My thoughts seem occupied by translucence, however, so I decided to start
All of the lovely textures seemed made for sprays, which could wander down and among all of the rivulets. I have quite of few Lindy's Stamp Gang sprays that have gold or other metallic effects, and some Prima sprays that are also quite shiny.
I was really starting to like this, but still had no "story" to tell..... oh, well - just keep playing then!
I wondered what some darker spray would do (I think it was distress stain in Stormy Sky).
It is hard to see but I also put some Clear Rock Candy in some of the larger flat spaces before applying the darker spray....my aim was to accentuate the lovely resulting crackle, but I don't have a good picture to show.
By now, the piece strongly reminded me of the large granite sheets one can see along the remote hiking trails in New Mexico's mountains, where I grew up. That brought me to another thought, as these rock sheets often have mica and other shiny pieces. So I dug out my Frantage and Finnabair's Charcoal Art Sugar as well as her gold glass glitter.
I would have preferred to apply using Versmark and heating from underneath the page, but I was working directly in the journal, and didn't think the heat would penetrate the many layers of media by this point. So I decided to try Finnabair's Soft Matte Gel, as it is quite loose and I wanted to paint it along the veining. For some reason, I used my finger instead of a brush, and got way more on the surface than I wanted....
so I just kept going and dumped a couple of colors of mica flakes on, as well as the gold glass glitter and the Charcoal Art Sugar.
Once dry, I brushed off the loose bits, and wondered what next? BTW, that brown bit to the right in this photo is the crackle.
Thinking of the American Southwest got me in search of a poem or evocative piece of writing from Joy Harjo, one of my favorite poets. But in cruising through my bookshelves, I happened upon a volume by Stanley Kunitz, who is also in my pantheon of favorite poets. His poem "The Layers" is my most loved of his large body of work; he wrote it in his seventies in looking back over a very productive life. So I decided to try printing on tissue the very last of the poem, and adding that as my last layer.
"Though I lack the art to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written.
I am not done with my changes."
I am also posting this at Brenda's Visual Journey.
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