Color, Color, Color

In spite of my having a brown couch in my living room (a regrettable decision, I admit), I love bright colors.  Which is probably surprising for a person with severe depression.  My love for bright colors is a strike back against depression.  I want to believe that color will beat back the darkness that consumes so much of my thoughts and so I defiantly wear t-shirts in bright pinks, reds, purples, blues (not yellow or orange - I look horrid).  And sometimes it does work.

Although a lot of my work starts with brown or sepia tones, I try to add color wherever I can, where it works.  In a journal that I've started, my base has tended to be vintage papers from books and newspapers, overlaid with colorful paint or elements.

These most recent pages from the journal started as usual with the old papers.

I wondered what I wanted to do with them once I laid down the papers, and decided to go back to paint and stencils.  I rubbed gold paint on the background papers first, then overlaid that with cadmium red medium paint rubbed over a stencil by Tim Holtz

and also punchinella (stencil waste).  I then got the idea to take a piece of bubble wrap, slather paint on the bubble wrap and rub that over everything.


Then I wondered.  What next?  And, I decided, nothing.  I would leave this set as is because I really like it as an abstract piece.

I decided to write a few words on the other set, words that expressed how I feel about color.

I think what I said probably resonates with a few people.  What do you think?

later,
lin