I’m pretty happy with this one…at the moment. Now I just need to start writing the story again.
I’m not really sure how this came about. I’ve been doing a lot of acrylic pours lately and I had this tin. I had some paints left over from one piece I was doing and didn’t have another canvas to pour it on so in the tin it went. After is surprisingly dried successfully, I added resin on top and called it a day.
But Then I got another tin…
Then my friend wanted me to make him a tin…
And now I’m working on a galaxy tin for another friend, and then I’m done.
No really, I’ll be out of tins at that point.
1/2 cup Baking soda
1/4 cup White vinegar
1 tsp sugar
1/4 cup corn starch
2 drops food coloring (hoping to try other pigments soon)
let dry for 2 days.
They definitely aren’t as awesome as tube watercolors, but they seem to work just as well as other hard watercolors… at least from what I can remember from using them as a kid.
There are those who make art and they know there’s no future in it, so eventually they stop. Life gets too busy and they just don’t see the point anymore. They let it go, they move on to working and raising children and in general just experiencing life. Occasionally they’ll make some doodles that look particularly impressive and some co worker will say over their shoulder ‘that’s really good.’
Then there are the artists who can’t stop. Even if it’s not any good, even if no one ever sees it or hears it, they can’t stop creating. They’re lives get chaotic and they’re documenting the traumas with paint. Their hearts get broken and they sing about the betrayal. Their house burns to the ground and they make art from the ashes. If they get an interview or get into a gallery they ask ‘why do you make art?’, and the artist makes something up that sounds really good. But in truth, they’re thinking ‘how could I not make art?’. Their wrists give out and their voices crack, even their fans are saying ‘maybe it’s time to quit.’ But somewhere along the way they saw their muse, and they keep seeing her in their dreams, in the way people act, in the direction the wind is blowing and if they don’t create, then they don’t fucking exist.