Losing My Marbles

 Losing My Marbles

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So . . . What is it like to regress to childhood for a full day? Just play. Zero adulting. Forgetting to eat, drink, and never once leaving my loft studio? Glorious! 

Today I played with marbles, acrylic paint, a variety of substrates, and a litter pan from Dollar Tree (an obsessed artist’s best friend). Papers covered every possible surface in the room, and eventually I ended up with the pan in my lap and very clear signals (repeated accidents) that it was time to stop after 8 hours of play. Now I have 57 papers waiting to be ripped, positioned artfully with peers, and glued into wild collages. Yahoo! 


Put some paint (with a bit of water) in a cup with marbles, swirl around to mix paint and coat marbles, put paper in pan, add marbles, and tilt the pan. Rolling marbles flying everywhere. Escapees fleeing the pan and hiding somewhere in the room. (You’d think they’d leave a trail to their whereabouts, but I guess the carpet is glad that they didn’t.) 

Great lesson in color mixing and endless fun! Every color possible (white 3 primaries, black, white, burnt sienna, and burnt umber) is represented here on several substrates: cheap drawing paper (again, Dollar Tree - how can I not buy 10 tablets @ $1.25 each?), deli paper, and tissue paper. 




















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