It has been, even before Playoffs, a prolific day. (Though, I really ought to get outside for even a few minutes, a nap is calling. Loudly.) Since last night, there's been a surge of creativity in the studio. Which is good. Keeps me from unnecessary cleaning.
But first . . . a bit of Nature . . .
|This is a female Northern Harrier or Marsh Hawk ~ if my Audobon is correct.|
She was perched near the bird feeder outside my studio window. I'm glad the Cannon Sureshot worked for once.
|Last night saw me in the studio slapping down strips of ripped paper with matte medium . . .|
|and some strips of atlas pages . . .|
|then a layer of matte medium mixed the turquoise tempera.|
(Half the spread shows how I wiped away a lot of the color to reveal the textures.)
|A nearly-finished spread.|
|Just the last bit added: a SoulCollage® image with writing typed into place.|
|A little ditty about facing my fears.|
(Font by Tangie Baxter.)
|Then I made space for some altar making. More to come on this.|
|I started another painting . . .|
|so did Bennie.|
|I'm feeling finished here.|
|I'm sensing a little more tweaking here . . .|
|but I am enjoying the expression of this image.|