I like to experiment when I make art.
I have had no art classes, except one in my freshman year of high school.
Today, I got the bug to create.
I thought I would play with making yard art to hang on the fences
to keep my dogs from fence fighting with the neighbor's dog.
I made over ten pieces today,
using various painting techniques.
Some with brushes,
some with spray paint.
I gave myself permission to experiment.
It was a blast.
I love it when I get so engrossed with what I am creating
that time slips away.
One piece,
originally a mistake,
came out to be my best work of the day.
I never gave up on it.
After blending all the colors together
to create a monotone background,
I let it dry a bit, and worked on another piece.
When I came back to it,
I suddenly knew what it wanted to be,
bamboo.
There is dimension to the piece that a picture cannot capture.
You'll have to trust me on that one.
The long, slender painting won a place of honor on the wall inside the house.
I decided to move some other pieces of art around.
A wood Picasso like figure of a woman that
I made fifteen years ago while I was learning how to play with a Dremmel
seemed to be a likely mate.
She told me she liked bamboo too.
I love mistakes.
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