On my way to school this morning on The Orient Express, I pulled over on a non-descript street in a run-down part of Lincoln Heights, the same street I drive down everyday, to add the cream to my McDonald’s large coffee. As I was stirring, I glanced up and saw something of such heartbreaking beauty that I almost cried. Really. On an old wall whose bottom half has been graffitied and painted over a hundred times in a different shade of blue, I saw these magnificent shadows putting on a show.
This building is some sort of enormous laundry. Great puffs of lint blow out of the windows and coat the poor trees. But in the morning light the white and startling blue wall and black shadows were pure visual poetry. Luckily I had my camera with me. I wanted a stick of charcoal and a ladder so I could trace these lovely shadows on a giant piece of white paper, skip work, go straight home, and wallpaper my bedroom.
But I didn’t. I made these pictures instead. Now they are etched onto the walls of my mind
So I’ve been playing with stencil portraits. Cutting, then spraying them. It’s all I want to do. I only have a few pages left in my current visual journal and at the rate I’m going those pages are destined for stencil portraits.
Nevertheless, I am more than pleased with my portraits. I keep going to look at them in my journal and every time I grin like a jackal and clap my hands together. I’m starting to scare the cat posse. The only problem I can see with my new-found hobby is that I want to stencil EVERYTHING with my portraits. I mean I even discovered how to do it in my neighborhood. But I’m way too nervous. Plus Mama Moss would be so disappointed if her 44-year old daughter got thrown in the slammer.
Little Black Kitty did an excellent tutorial last week on HER blog about how to make a self-portrait stencil. She suggested I make one of myself wearing the gas mask. If I had the proper software to turn a photo into an image suitable for stencil cutting I might consider it. I wouldn’t want to scare people though.
This was the last page I did before the portrait fever hit. I’m working on a sacred heart stencil. Someone who DIGS sacred hearts as much as me really needs their own stencil. Don’t you think?