I made some great headways on my trashcan / recycled bag project… for one thing, I discovered that my parents newspaper arrived every morning in a beautiful red bag! They also had other color bags around the house that I could use. And I collected more bags from some friends down there… oh those Connecticut bags- so superior to Massachusetts bags! So I am back in business and hopefully getting more ideas for the next bag project…
I am trying to make dots in this section…
many thanks!
I can’t tell you what a thrill it was to receive birthday greetings from my blog posting! Thank you, thank you! It really made my day.
… for 3 days, and unfortunately not at some great vacation destination… I’ve been down in Connecticut again, helping out with Mom and Dad. There are no easy, neat or obvious solutions when your parents are failing.
I brought down several projects to work on and was able to make some progress between dealing with various messes and mini- disasters.
… for 3 days, and unfortunately not at some great vacation destination… I’ve been down in Connecticut again, helping out with Mom and Dad. There are no easy, neat or obvious solutions when your parents are failing.
I brought down several projects to work on and was able to make some progress between dealing with various messes and mini- disasters.
… for 3 days, and unfortunately not at some great vacation destination… I’ve been down in Connecticut again, helping out with Mom and Dad. There are no easy, neat or obvious solutions when your parents are failing.
I brought down several projects to work on and was able to make some progress between dealing with various messes and mini- disasters.
… for 3 days, and unfortunately not at some great vacation destination… I’ve been down in Connecticut again, helping out with Mom and Dad. There are no easy, neat or obvious solutions when your parents are failing.
I brought down several projects to work on and was able to make some progress between dealing with various messes and mini- disasters.
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a complete make-over…
Before
After
The doll is wrapped in a towel rag to protect it from random paint mess. I’m going to have to work on the nose a little more. The problems pop out in a photograph, when I can’t see them at all when the doll is right in front of me.
and trying out some hair-do options…
draping my cut wool yarn.
Tomorrow is my birthday- one of the BIG ones…
I have been trying to move forward on the bird child doll, in spite of my dissatisfaction. I unpinned the wig and removed the clothes except for the shoes and socks. I am doing some work on the face painting. I am thinking about a different kind of hair- straight probably. I am looking at different fiber possibilities. I wound off some very fine wool yarn in dark brown from its’ cone. I’ll lay it across the head and think about it.
Also, I have been working on the other heads I made. I have 4 ideas going. I have 4 ziplock bags that I am collecting materials into. Today I spent a lot of time painting faces on canvas paper. I was inspired by the very hot and humid weather and my air-conditioned studio!
The individual parts of this doll seem to be finished and I am feeling very dissatisfied. It might worry me except that it happens every time I get to this part of the project.
I keep thinking of E’s essay on the writing process. Different but the same.
My process goes something like this- Something plants the seed of an idea; a photograph, a painting, a piece of fabric or trim. The idea ferments, usually for months. Finally I get to work. I go through waves of satisfying flow and then frustration until I get to this point and I hate what I’ve done… then I tweak it and can usually get to a place where I am happy.
So…
I am looking at what I’ve got. The face needs something. I keep seeing a shadow of Michael Jackson. Scary. Maybe it’s the hair. The hair isn’t right… hmm. A hat? Would that make the difference? The pants need to be shortened. They are rolled in this picture. The cape? Lining? An environment?
Oh, jeesh, I don’t know.