Old spray paint experiments were unearthed from the bowels of the workshop yesterday. I've become an efficient saver of scrap. I can usually tell what will still appeal to me a year or two from now. The rest gets chucked. For me, nothing blocks new ideas faster than a pile of crap scrap. One look at those old burst of rays with floral sprays over the top, and I knew how I would construct the postcard idea that has taken root in my mind.
I am going to make 9 or 10 million trillion thousand billion of these. I'm flying to Paris tomorrow. Going to set up shop along the Seine. Take photos by day, cut and glue by the light of the moon, sell neatly bundled stacks of these the following day. Buy a ticket on the old Orient Express. Head to Istanbul.
Oh the dreams that inhabit an idle mind. So refreshing!
Next stop Kansas! Mama Moss and I have a date to watch the Biden/Palin debates on Thursday. She's saving a basket of things to throw at the television. I'm bringing our Hope-Nope-Dope t-shirts. Should be a rollicking good time! Speaking of which, if you've missed any of the SNL Tina Fey does Sarah skits, there's a great one right HERE.