Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Thursday, July 05, 2012
Free to be me...
Well, white horses are boring. And tight is boring. Not that I can't do tight. I can. Just like my process to hang out there. Not a lot of thought here. I put all my pastels into little 5 drawer chests, two of them, so everything is organized and I can find a pigment without a lot or perusal. Makes the whole deal a lot easier. And a whole lot more spontaneous, actually. Open a drawer, grab some blue, and oh, some yellow would be nice, and let's put some pink in the waves. Just love color. And this medium is so very luminous. Oh, and this is on my favorite support, Fabriano Tiziano black paper. I will probably noodle around with it some more before moving it over to the framing table. It is larger than my usual piece, so will need a custom mat. Luckily, the IRS returned some $$$ to me the other day. I am going to think of that BEFORE I do the next work on the black paper. Details, details.