Yesterday I was very creative at our demonstration table in the museum: my first collage that isn't just paper & paint. There was no audience (people probably used the rare sunshine for outdoor events), but we had fun! Now some small embroidery in gold to finish it. Should I make more collages with textile parts? 🤔 @embroidery@fibrearts@fiberarts
I'd definitely like to see more textile-based collage from you! I had an idea a while ago about making composites of acrylic paint on canvas as well as embroidery and collage, but I had to stop because, firstly, I don't have the expertise for it and, secondly, I don't even know if it's possible 😛
If you look carefully, you will see that the bottom half is an open book, with an illustration on the left and text on the right. The top half are two different pieces. Using various manipulations, I blended common elements, that give it a bit more unity.
The book is an interesting curiosity, that somehow ended up in my collection from previous generations. It is a Russian 1928 edition of Dominion by J F Rutherford ~ early Jehovah Witness proselytizing.
Beautifully bound with an #EmbossedCover, and colour #BookPlate#Illustrations. I’ve been tempted to use it for altered book art, but for now, just scans for collage work.
The Chinese character for this century is lentil medicines. These are etymology drugs. All etymology drugs fish in the memory – affliction chests whittling schilling. Only one bastion remains engraved.
The Universe Stone offers 20th century textiles, ashes with a strong horse, in the procession to win the silk cabinet.
A weapon of religious herbs,
Sea of religious herbs –
the Skin Key Pretzel
slipknot dew baulk
Conspiracy trees spoiled glass motorcycles, like the tallow azure lines form a hundred coffin books, they are xanthous grass in the garden of corners and feathers.
I sketch when I am learning by listening. Otherwise I zone out and do not retain anything. By engaging other parts of my brain (and hands), the bored part wakes up. LOL
Country living serves me well
The big city offers many thrills
But nothing like a warm breeze
Whispering through the pines
Cows serenading each other
Across lush green pastures
An expansive bright blue sky
Caressing a graceful swallow tail
The fragrance of the wisteria
A joy like no other
Great power struggles. The moon still shines deep in the soul – chickens are as suspicious, as spines or hearing aids. Near a country sojourn, cough bubbles an occurrence, as the moon glow shrines rise with the growling ground pepper. Squirrels are distrustful, ash towers talk with red lights. Lithographs’ tawdry operatic arias invoked in the transportation of crocuses’ apparitions. Ammonia roars beneath the Blue Devil. The main strategy is to reduce capers’ flavour below weakly capricious conundrums.