Is it possible to be drunk on junk? That is how I feel after Silver Bella. I have always been a collector of the old, used and well loved pieces of the past, but mostly I would buy things in fairly good condition so that with a tweak here and a dab of paint there they could be re-purposed for my home or a sale. Now I have a reason to hunt for REAL Junk, broken bits of hardware and jewelry and books with broken bindings and pages spilling out. I am reeling from the possibilities. I brought loads of this flotsam home from Omaha and I can't wait to dig in. Look at this pile of books, papers, magazines, and cards...all waiting to be cut up, glued, sewn, painted on, all in the name of art.
I want to make jewelry and ornaments and dolls and collages with all these cast off treasures.
Maybe a pair of over-sized Bootsy Collins or Elton John glasses with button covered frames to wear. (Do ya dare me?) I'm so junk drunk I just might.
Here are a few of the things we created in the classes I took at Silver Bella from Jenni Bowlin and Teresa Mcfayden. The green envelope holds the many cards from all the great women I met, and already miss, by the way.
Carolyn Peeler taught a class in backgrounds and since I have not done any collage art before this really helped me get started. (I have always been a traditional artist, this has really opened the doors in my brain to new ways of looking at art)
Kimberly Kwan taught a class on distressing a frame and using burlap and chicken wire as a background. I brought my Little Red Riding Hood postcard to incorporate in this one. You know I love me some LRR or any creepy fairy tale for that matter. This is going on my wall below my Little Red shrine. (Ohh... a shrine..that's got me thinking...)
Two of my favorite things, art and junk, all rolled into one big ball of fun. Who knew?
Have a junky Wednesday, P.
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