When we were pendulum painting, some of the paint went off of the paper onto the driveway. After looking at it for a few days, I decided there was really only one thing taht made any sense – paint the driveway! My kids loved the suggestion, and we set to work watering down some more tempera paint (washable so it isn’t permanent). It was nice, messy fun and watching the different techniques was a blast. My one year old decided that her belly button was feeling left out and promptly remedied that. After cleaning up our painting supplies outside, the kids piled into the bathtub to get cleaned up, giving me some downtime as I sat there supervising and knitting some of their holiday gifts.
This piece is entitled beginnings. I painted it the weekend before our last child was born. I was feeling a bit stressed and frustrated and needed a break from exhausted, cranky little people. I headed out to the garage with roughly cut pieces of fabric. The paint is tempera paint, borrowed from my children’s art supplies. After the pieces had dried, I used my quilting ruler and rotary cutter to make them a uniform size before sewing the pieces together.
The piece is wrought with meaning on many levels and in many different areas. I would go through all of it, but I personally think that art should be interpreted individually. It doesn’t matter to someone else what the piece means to me; it matters what the piece means to that person.
I will say that painting the piece was surprisingly therapeutic. I have hopes to paint more in the future.