Mmmm how about a nice smoky hibiscus with yellow velvet pads? I do have one or two pretty things left in the garden despite what has become the Summer of Neglect. I’ve always been a guerilla gardner though. If it can’t survive on its own while an art revolution is being waged inside then its too delicate for me. Sturdy, self-sufficient, rangey sorts of plants are my favorites. There are exceptions to every rule though aren’t there? My exotic hibiscus get fed, fertilized, and watered regularly. And in return just look at what they give me.
Here is more cardboard art. Mailart to be exact. It made it’s way east across the continent and landed in New Jersey last week.
You can see how Spraypaint Noir my art station outside is getting. The buttery tan paper I used to put underneath everything I photographed somehow ended up getting sprayed. I knew it wouldn’t last.
This stencil portrait is getting quite a workout. I’ve learned something over the years. And that is to use what I dig over and over and over. In the past I’ve saved particular images or techniques thinking that if I used it too much it would get tired or repetitive. But by the time I got around to using it again it just wasn’t calling my name anymore. My new philosophy of art making, which frankly isn’t worth the digital paper I’m writing it on, is to keep saying what I want to say over and over and over again until I’m done. The heart loves what it loves. Period. Right now mine is all hot and bothered over a red, black, & white color palatte. But then you knew that already didn’t you?