Encaustic medium allows me to create interesting work with texture and layers that I love. I want to keep my creative habit going. I haven’t worked with encaustic in six months. I see it waiting for me everyday. Today is the day.
This is a small experiment with a photo in black and white, printed on my laser printer. I rubbed the photo onto the wax, wet it and pulled the paper off. This is a hot mess (encaustic joke).
- I learned that you have to rub very hard for the image to transfer.
- When printing, you have to flip the image.
- High contrast is best.
- It doesn’t matter what you put under the image in terms of color.
- When you put wax over the top, you have to use a BIG brush or you will get globs.
- You will need several transparent layers of wax or in reheating the newly applied wax, the printed transfer will FLOAT! Argh.
#doingthework #successhabits #discipline #ineeddeadlines #encausticwax #imagetransfer
These are the rest of the mushrooms we saw on our hike at New London Tech Trails in Bedford County. I can’t wait until we go back again to see what we can see.
The tiniest mushrooms we saw.
Some were growing on trees.
I love that mushrooms push their way through whatever.
This mushroom was at least 16″ tall. See how the shadow of the leaves fits on the cap? I wish we would’ve thought to put a human next to it when taking its picture. This was on the hiking trail at New London Tech Trails.
I like the way the shadows of the leaves hit the top. It should give you an idea of how tall this was.
This mushroom was at least 16″ tall. What a treat to see.
Isn’t this a handsome one? It’s so wonderful to walk through the woods and see these beauts peeking through the leaves. Once again our hike gave us a gift. New London Tech trails. Okay, because I do love to research, this is a Butyriboletus frostii
Butyriboletus frostii or a red capped mushroom.
More mushrooms from our hike on Bedford County’s New London Tech Trails. I thought about looking them up and naming them, but for now I just want to enjoy their color and beauty.
I cropped this because the colors and texture are so beautiful
Wider shot of this orange capped mushroom.
Somebody took a bite.
Hmmm. I wonder what this mushroom will be when it grows up.
We tried the newly opened New London Tech Trails in Bedford county. We walked the blue loop. It was 90 degrees and a bit schvitzy. What a great trail! It felt like we were on the Blue Ridge Parkway closer to home. There was a mushroom PARTY in those woods.
Mushrooms along the trail at New London Tech Trails in Bedford County.
These are big mushrooms!!!
I had my first solo art show last year and these are some of the pieces that emerged for the presentation. These came together out of an experience and I’m ready to tell the story.
My Dad was sick and I needed to go home to Albuquerque.
Although I take my camera everywhere to catch inspiration, it’s a good place to hide behind. I took this shot of a plane being de-iced at the airport while heading out west to be with my Dad. It translated nicely to an encaustic on a cigar box.
December 26 getting de-iced
As life goes, my Dad passed and the night before the memorial service, we headed to Sandia Casino to drop my sons off for the night as there wasn’t enough room at my parents’ house. This is a shot from the Northeast Heights in Albuquerque where you can see the whole city below. Those guys managed to stay up all night and win $5000. They both felt like their Poppy was right there with them cheering them on.
To the casino
A month later I headed home. I made all of my connections and was stuck in the Dulles Airport where I was supposed to take a puddle jumper (literally, as the weather was bad) to Charlottesville, VA. My husband was waiting there for me. Oh, how much I missed him. They kept moving the flight, cancelling it, and finally we all boarded. Prop plane. In a storm. The lady I sat next to in the front row looks at me and says “we’re gonna die.” I answer “maybe you will, but I’m not dying.” So weird. We sat on the tarmac while being de-iced. Other planes next to us were getting their treatment. Ten minutes later…”This is the captain speaking. This flight has been cancelled.”
On the tarmac in the “death” plane January 27 – encaustic on a cigar box (sold)
Luckily for me, my son lives in D.C. where he rescued me from the airport. He drove us through that rainy night like a speed boat. I stayed behind my camera as I did not have on a life-preserver on. The next morning I took a train home. Pretzels and beer can be a complete meal.
The rescue from the airport – Pastel
We all have a story to tell and this one came out through my art. Who knew?
The Asphalt on my walk
Asphalt on the easel
Close up of the Citrasolve National Geographic paper
Another close up
The Asphalt final
Abstract art requires work and thought. This is the biggest encaustic piece I’ve ever done. In walking around my neighborhood, it had just finished raining and I noticed the pattern in the asphalt. This pattern intrigued and inspired me. I would go to sleep thinking of this piece, creating it, dreaming of it. I gesso’d the panel and drew on it with a charcoal stick and just filled the pattern with paper. I scraped and painted. So mesmerizing. The paper is from National Geographic magazines pages soaked in Citrasolve. The patterns and hidden pictures came alive as I built the layers.
It’s a little brighter than this picture. 20″ x 36″ encaustic on a panel.