I’ve reached the point in my Seriously Whimsical art project where I’ve become impatient to get started. I can’t shove less exciting tasks out of the way fast enough. I mean, really. You have to go out and buy groceries, clean the house, work in the office and tie up the loose ends from the last project. Ugh.
What I do get while I wait though, is the fun of to plotting and scheming and planning! My mind races with things to try and ways to do them:
- Use a cake decorator to draw with paper pulp ◊ then I should borrow books on cake decorating ◊ maybe even watch “Ultimate Cake Off”!
- Pour plaster onto tree branches to pick up texture, then carve the plaster.
- What would be a good system for pressure treating and desiccating the pulp in latex without destroying the mold? Oven? Buy a desiccator?
- Hey! beads and glitter!
Then I start thinking about possible alternatives if one method doesn’t work! I so want to get started before I get overwhelmed with the possibilities and they become a spiderweb of what ifs.
Everything I see and think becomes fodder for my whimsical gristmill. Excessive rain caused mushrooms to sprout all over the tree stump in my son’s back yard.
Cool!! Any idea how many varieties of mushrooms you can find in Google? Wow! Artists wood-burn onto ” shelf mushrooms”, which these may be!! More possibilities! Fun! Or shelves .
While my grandchildren run and jump around me in the back yard I pull out my travel sketchbook and draw the stump with mushrooms for future reference. “You’re a good drawer, Grandma!” “Thanks Georgie, you’re a good climber”
“Do you want to play Play-Doh, Grandma?” “Do I?!” Ya!
What a gold mine of possibilities. Textures and tools. And impermanence. Just playing and fooling around. No pressure. What fun!! The ideas are endless.
“Let’s go to the park, Grandma.” Oh Ya!
Maple leaves. Perfect for the Green Man I want to make. What a great place for the kids to climb in and play and use their imagination. Oh ya, and Grandma too. Climbing structures, boulders, a gazebo, a creeklet, tree bark, pea stones.
“I’m the farmer and you’re the dog, grandma.” “Huh!”
OK
“You’re fun, Grandma.” You too, Georgie and Joe. What a great day!
P. S. Ooooh. I love Google. I’ve since discovered that Drain Cleaner is a desiccant, maybe I can make my own desiccator. Now, for pressure treating….
Diana Hume Art 