paint sample #1-
as the fabric has dried parts of it has stuck to itself.
Painted fabric piece #2- still random 'drape' but I laid it over a watering can to alter the shape a bit. (which I dont see as a major 'design decision' as its a common object in a backyard, and the first thing i could grab, rather than something premeditated)
Gel medium sample drying on a crate
Gel medium applied to plastic bag (i'm hoping it will peel off) with sparkles from large sanding sample sprinkled on top.
The addition of liquids that dry to change the qualities of the fabric are the key to this.
By a happy accident one of my masking fluid samples dried partially scrunched, which basically is a kind of draping. As this is something that has been key to the aesthetic of my intuitive work I thought 'draping' in this different way would make sense.
The process has become simplified and more random now, as I allow the added liquid material to dicate the shape/drape depending on the surface it is place don to dry. The second painted piece of fabric was not engineered to be in the position it will dry in- that is how it lay when i had finished painting (except for the addition of the watering can).
Once the fabric is dry I will try aplying it to the body.
Another idea that I had was on sculpting the painted/gelled fabric on the stand when its still wet so it dries in a garment form.
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ReplyDeleteWhile I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our 24 blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise.
Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, sawcy, rowdy victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with an excellent bullshot detector):
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.
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