through a dirty window
thin cloth as a layer
The cloth, some old silk chiffon scarf. Thin cloth, Translucent. Free. How much there is to say about this cloth and the kind of layer it forms. How it might be like watercolor painting. Layers. And how close that is to me as I look back at my illustration years. How this might be a great starting point for my crossover adventure between paper and cloth. And weave since most cloth holds weave in it's very nature.
A most unusual rabbit
Way back, before I even named it Skitch Skatch. 2009. Based on one of my old illustrations. Yet some of you are still here. As the story continues. There is so much to say about this technique, I could have put together a little class just about that. Probably though, a category here, and then a way to find what I happen to say about it will be just fine.
Because I am slowing down. Nothing to gain and nothing to lose. As always, simply finding joy in the images that form, as they form. Living in them. Now rocking between paper and cloth. As I dreamed I could.
I left most of my houseplants behind when we moved. The new owners, a younger couple, they loved the plants, They contacted me to ask how they might care for them. That comforted me. And I had to start over here. And it's going. But I need more windows. In the spring maybe, More windows. Or maybe it's ok. Today is beautiful enough, let's not rush. Today is a new window.