My own object design
I'm so proud I finally made my own object. There's more to come! I only have one copy of it so far, it's a steamer trunk with four shod feet. The interior is blacker than black with depth and shine at the bottom, murky and deep. the bottom has a similar colour blend with flat black at the edges and dark black shimmer in the middle. It's a black glitter polish I got in a cheap gift set. They're always having to sell them on clearance so I pick up some groovy polish cheap.
I painted the exterior with much love and layers so the purple/blue base paint has depth in strong light and the gold/brass strapping seems to glow. On the base paint I applied assorted printed patches representing travel stickers I printed off the internet. I ordered them by location so that a trip was mapped out by which ones went on when. There's a variety of african ones, the first being from the Sarenghetti, so I say the trunk, whose name is Bob, comes out of Africa. He's a bit wild, a bit mysterious, and well travelled. His stickers tell how he wandered africa then set forth from cape town, stopping in India, spending time at several pacific tropical isles, then to the Americas and across and down to the carribean. After some stops there, it finally ended it's tour in Paris. :-) One sticker has the owner's name and home on it, T. Pratchett, c/o Unseen Univ. LOL! I glossed it all over and the purple layers shimmer enchantingly but there's no outright bling on it.
It's so hard to wait for the paint to finish curing so I can play with it, open and close it, etc. LOL
Worse yet, I'm done painting it, and the printer's out of commission for a day longer till we can get to the hardware store for the tape we need. I looked in a couple of places without finding it so I don't really know where to look now. Dan seems to think he's seen the right stuff. Till we can put tape on the build platform to hold the model down, there's no printing.
Maybe I should go in and do some other designs but, well, I guess I could take time to knit.
Painting is definitely my favorite activity in life, espeically this kind of painting. I was singing happy songs and feeling just content today while I coloured this box.
It was kind of funny, Bob started talking to me the moment he was assembled. As soon as I knew I would finish him, he started dictating his look. "I think a blue or green trunk." "No, I'm purple!" "well, a dark flat purple with gloss scuffed up, perhaps." "No, I want shine and gloss, I want pride! I'd keep myself looking good!" From one decision to the next, as though a voice from the table jumped right into my understanding mind, the box seemed to know who he was and what he should look like. I have this experience with all the good art, as though it were a thing I was calling whole from some other dimension or plane of existence. I feel intimately acquainted and a great sense of affection, pride, and care towards each one.
Doubtless this is why I took it so hard when my boxes were getting criticized so badly. As a younger woman I noticed I had a fondness for boxes, bags, suitcases and trunks. I thought I really was preparing to be a bag lady! It really started, however, when I moved to Vancouver and decided that ratther than using cardboard, I'd plan ahead and collect some trunks. I did collect them, and still have a number of nice antique trunks ready for use. One gets regular use and is quite battered and warped but still going strong. I like containers too for their ability to tame the clutter. I'd rather look at a bunch of cute boxes than trays of little crap. They organize it too. Of course these little boxes don't hold much, but they'll hold jewellery, paper clips, sewing pins, candy, drugs, money, desk junk, memory cards and usb drives, etc.
I painted the exterior with much love and layers so the purple/blue base paint has depth in strong light and the gold/brass strapping seems to glow. On the base paint I applied assorted printed patches representing travel stickers I printed off the internet. I ordered them by location so that a trip was mapped out by which ones went on when. There's a variety of african ones, the first being from the Sarenghetti, so I say the trunk, whose name is Bob, comes out of Africa. He's a bit wild, a bit mysterious, and well travelled. His stickers tell how he wandered africa then set forth from cape town, stopping in India, spending time at several pacific tropical isles, then to the Americas and across and down to the carribean. After some stops there, it finally ended it's tour in Paris. :-) One sticker has the owner's name and home on it, T. Pratchett, c/o Unseen Univ. LOL! I glossed it all over and the purple layers shimmer enchantingly but there's no outright bling on it.
It's so hard to wait for the paint to finish curing so I can play with it, open and close it, etc. LOL
Worse yet, I'm done painting it, and the printer's out of commission for a day longer till we can get to the hardware store for the tape we need. I looked in a couple of places without finding it so I don't really know where to look now. Dan seems to think he's seen the right stuff. Till we can put tape on the build platform to hold the model down, there's no printing.
Maybe I should go in and do some other designs but, well, I guess I could take time to knit.
Painting is definitely my favorite activity in life, espeically this kind of painting. I was singing happy songs and feeling just content today while I coloured this box.
It was kind of funny, Bob started talking to me the moment he was assembled. As soon as I knew I would finish him, he started dictating his look. "I think a blue or green trunk." "No, I'm purple!" "well, a dark flat purple with gloss scuffed up, perhaps." "No, I want shine and gloss, I want pride! I'd keep myself looking good!" From one decision to the next, as though a voice from the table jumped right into my understanding mind, the box seemed to know who he was and what he should look like. I have this experience with all the good art, as though it were a thing I was calling whole from some other dimension or plane of existence. I feel intimately acquainted and a great sense of affection, pride, and care towards each one.
Doubtless this is why I took it so hard when my boxes were getting criticized so badly. As a younger woman I noticed I had a fondness for boxes, bags, suitcases and trunks. I thought I really was preparing to be a bag lady! It really started, however, when I moved to Vancouver and decided that ratther than using cardboard, I'd plan ahead and collect some trunks. I did collect them, and still have a number of nice antique trunks ready for use. One gets regular use and is quite battered and warped but still going strong. I like containers too for their ability to tame the clutter. I'd rather look at a bunch of cute boxes than trays of little crap. They organize it too. Of course these little boxes don't hold much, but they'll hold jewellery, paper clips, sewing pins, candy, drugs, money, desk junk, memory cards and usb drives, etc.