Collage Kickstart Live Day 2: Straws and Bubbles

Collage Kickstart Live Day 2: Straws and Bubbles

I’ve been having a grand time with the classes I’m taking in the Collage Kickstart Live w/ Catherine Raines. Today’s lesson involved making bubble papers. Getting the perfect ratio of acrylic paint, water, and dish soap was very tricky, and it seems as if success is a random chance. I spent ALL day experimenting with blowing bubbles and just playing. I think I gained some youth back! My husband came home from playing 18 holes of golf and could not believe I was still playing with bubbles and straws. I only had a few bubble papers that I really like; playing with the ratio, the type of paint, and the technique was fun but ultimately frustrating. Luck-of-the-draw sort of thing, I think.










I had SO much paint left over in my cups (mostly instant coffee, white acrylic, and India ink), and the straw was calling my name. So I did some straw art. 


After getting light-headed from straw-blowing, I brought out the big guns. . . the Tim Holtz alcohol ink air blower. What fun!!






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