Ever impatient to begin painting if I'm ready for it, I rarely reach for an artist paint palette to squirt paint on or into; rather, I grab whatever is handy. And, let me be honest--I don't know where the heck those plastic palettes are located in this crazy room. )-:
For quite awhile last summer, my palette of choice was the cover of a school-produced fiction magazine. It was heavy enough to take the multiple layers I was constantly adding to it. Eventually those layers built up into something quite interesting--a stalagmite created by moi! The coagulated mess appealed to my eye, the bumpy paint splatters revolting and appealing in their toady aberration. I just couldn't throw that cover away--there had to be some way I could use it!
Eight months later, along came Mr. Punkster. I added molding paste to the canvas to give the perception of a rough, crumbling wall. Then, I tore and peeled the dried layers of paint from the cover--along with some sketches and words I doodled on said cover--and wrapped, bent, folded these pieces over the canvas.
I just love the way my urban guy and his environment turned out. (-:
How it began: