Finally able to whittle a little time out of life to throw some paint on my Dia de los Muertes-inspired gourd masks. I still need to do some touch-up (covering up pencil marks and such) painting, and I'd like to give them all a wash of heavily-watered-down acrylic for an antiqued effect. After that, I just have to paint the backs flat black and give everything a couple coats of varnish. My intent was something more on the creepy side, but instead they turned out to be happy little skulls. Oh well, from what I've read about the Day of the Dead celebration, it's more joyous than morose anyway. The two below are simply covered in paper torn from a Spanish dictionary.
These four masks are more traditional, in the sense that they're painted.
All six pieces will be available for purchase October 7th when I'll be participating in JB Knacker's Halloween Party.
For those of us artists who have "real" jobs (kudos to you who can live/survive as artists), the time we carve out of lives to play with our passion is precious. And, unfortunately--at least in my case--subject to on-the-spot change. Yesterday, for example, seemed like one of those perfect days to sink into my art; my family was out of the house for the day, I didn't have any work from the "real" job to slog through, and the weather was beautiful. [Side note: my favorite season in the Midwest is autumn--when our brutal summer humidity takes a hike and that cool, dry air (thanks, Canada) slides in from the north. Yesterday felt like the end of summer's sweaty grip.] My intentions from the start were good--fill holes, sand, and give a white primer coat to the Day of the Dead skull masks that I need to finish for an early October event at JB Knacker here in Gilbert. I DID manage to get the holes filled in the gourds and sanded their always-rough interiors. Then I made the mistake of taking a break and walking around the house. I took a gander at my jungle of a lawn, the weeds taking over the areas where I'd seeded grass earlier in the summer, and the strawberry patch that needed to be thinned--and that little voice in my head (stupid voice!) chided, "Hey, dummy, the weather's perfect. Get out there and make that yard presentable!" Needless to say, the little voice won out, and art took a back seat for the rest of the day. However, thanks to the long holiday weekend, there's still today. Take that, little voice!
The (sometimes mad) ramblings of a mixed media artist.