Studio time is a challenge when you have a full-time “day job” and a family. Weekends become my art/writing time. Waiting for the wax to melt gives me time to add a verse to my Twitter Poetry page – if you’re interested you can visit me there @Wordy_Woman.
Last weekend in the studio produced two encaustic pieces.
I love to experiment with textures, papers, different mediums, whatever I can find to re-purpose, reuse, or re-imagine. I love making it up as I go. The pieces start to tell me their own stories, take on their own lives. Right now, I’m using a base of abstract watercolor on wood panels which I will layer with encaustic wax.
These will be mounted on a raised wood panel that has had paper from torn brown paperbags applied to the surface with acrylic matte medium. I will also layer paint and encaustic waxes to this foundation but here is where I am, so far. Hmmm…how will it look when I’m done?
This is an encaustic and mixed media piece I did last November but I’d never mounted it. Since I had so much fun working with watercolors and encaustics for Buddha on the Mountain, I thought I’d mount this one on a framed wood panel with watercolor and encaustic wax on crumpled tissue paper. I love the colors and textures that emerged in this process.
I love my studio days – the rare times when I can spend the entire day lost in the creative flow. Yesterday was just such a day. The preparation for creating art is all part of the process. The hours spent mixing the encaustics – melting wax with damar resin and adding color are just as rewarding as the hours spent painting. I love the serendipity of it all. Yesterday was a very good day and it was all about being in the moment – ergo the name of my Bodhavista who emerged from the flow.
Encaustic paint is my medium of choice. While I enjoy printmaking, mixed media and traditional paint, encaustic holds a special place in my creative heart. I love the smell of it, the texture of it, and especially the vibrancy and heat of it – I am a fire sign, after all. My latest flight of heated fancy is what I call She String; a translation of Bojana Randall’s painting “She is Violin” to wax.
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