I recently received an email from someone who located me on the web. He said he purchased a piece of my art in the early 80’s at the Winter Park Art festival in Winter Park, FL. It was flattering that he went to the trouble of finding me. It also brought up many memories. The first year I participated in the show I won an award and received an automatic acceptance the following year. That year my late former husband decided to come along and be my assistant. This was before they required tents and I used clear plastic sheets to cover my work if it rained. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my plastic sheets and I sent my “assistant” to purchase some. He returned proudly with an ORANGE tarp! I was horrified and he was upset with me for not appreciating his efforts. When the rain came, I had no choice but to create an orange tent over my display. My work took on a hideous glow and my spot stood out like a festered toad! Although I sold well, it came as no surprise that the judge walked right by my display. I can chuckle about it now, but it took a long time to get over my embarrassment and disappointment that I was not invited to show there again.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Colorful Memories
I recently received an email from someone who located me on the web. He said he purchased a piece of my art in the early 80’s at the Winter Park Art festival in Winter Park, FL. It was flattering that he went to the trouble of finding me. It also brought up many memories. The first year I participated in the show I won an award and received an automatic acceptance the following year. That year my late former husband decided to come along and be my assistant. This was before they required tents and I used clear plastic sheets to cover my work if it rained. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my plastic sheets and I sent my “assistant” to purchase some. He returned proudly with an ORANGE tarp! I was horrified and he was upset with me for not appreciating his efforts. When the rain came, I had no choice but to create an orange tent over my display. My work took on a hideous glow and my spot stood out like a festered toad! Although I sold well, it came as no surprise that the judge walked right by my display. I can chuckle about it now, but it took a long time to get over my embarrassment and disappointment that I was not invited to show there again.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Gelatin Monoprinting
I discovered monoprint printing on a gelatin plate in a workshop a few years ago. The gelatin was so responsive to the ink and paper, that I promised myself to try it again. It took until recently to keep that promise. For some reason I didn’t want to go to the trouble of making the gelatin plate. As a result, I made a mess of it when I did. After patch and repair, a suitable plate emerged and the next day it was firm enough to apply the inks. It didn’t take me long to realize I was dealing with a sizable learning curve. I only had a couple of water base ink colors and the caked rollers created unexpected results. “Moving Forward” is the only print that satisfied me. I have a couple more that I may enhance later. I will probably try this again before the gelatin plate goes bad, but I am not too sure it was worth all the effort .
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