In art, we had to make a poster based on a recent Artist. Posters are nice, simple, collect-information-and-make-it-look-good-on-a-nice-background…
Except for me. I tend to do way more on my assignments than necessary.
We got the assignment in Week… 3, probably. Due Week 6. The first week we had research in class time. Good. Who doesn’t need research? Me. I already did it. And left my USB stick at home so I couldn’t edit it in class… I worked on the painting critique part of it instead.
Then came Week 5, and we were supposed to work on it in class. We don’t all have art supplies at home, we have to get it done somehow. But the teacher was sick, and, well… it didn’t happen. We looked at something else.
No! My amazing, complex, heavy and painted design was going to be confined to two periods on the afternoon it was due. Unless I used my (sister’s) ever-faithful Faber-Castle pencils at home.
You cannot “colour-in” burlap on a heavy card-board background. Would not work. I needed paint. Paint… there hasn’t been someone doing art in our family for many a year…but once upon a time, there were older sisters who did folk art painting…and they left a box of acrylic paint in the cupboard.
Apart from the fact it was all a million years old, with paint crusted under the lids so that they hardly unscrewed, and the paint inside had all separated into liquid and sludge, I worked with what I had. And not all the paint was that bad. If you have a working black paint and a working white paint and a few random browns and stuff, you know what? You can make a lot of colours. A lot.
So I fiddled and painted and tipped paint-water all over the garage floor (oops) while our house was having a real estate tour…
But the end result was pretty cool….
Foreground: Tan-ish colour, some brown, I think, but of this, bit of that. Sprinkled generously with sand (either courtesy of Xave’s sandpit, or the concreting work on the outdoor stairs… not sure.) Painted on burlap.
River-y-thing: was supposed to be a trench, but hey, what ever works. I didn’t completely think that light grey, black, light brown and gaudy red would turn into a delicious dark chocolate colour, but it did, so bonus. Large chunks of petticoat cloth rubbed in paint and stuck in place.
Ground behind: Dark brown, black (I think), and sparkly gold (I didn’t know it was sparkly until I squeezed it into the other paint. Oh well. The sparkles didn’t show up.) On burlap, once again.
Grassy-substance: Straw, courtesy of… some large hay bales in front of the school. (They wouldn’t have missed a few handfuls, I’m sure.) Same tan paint as foreground, mixed with fluoro green. Straw rubbed in paint (I think I mixed fabric glue in there, too, but I can’t remember) and stuck on.
Sky: Originally, no sunrise (how do you tell if it’s a sunrise or a sunset? If it’s a sunrise, some rough weather is coming.) Petticoat material again, grey, white, black, and blue paint. Sunrise? White… red… yellow, and I can’t remember what else.
Except for the fact I had a minor hand-rash-allergy to the straw and I almost killed my hands unwinding chicken wire to make a barbed wire fence, I had a lot of fun. (They sure make chicken wire well twisted.) My artist was Anselm Kiefer. Clay, ash, dirt, wire, straw…. That’s the stuff he used. I had to reflect the artist’s style.
I tea bagged my biography information, and I burned the edges.(I definitely had to do that part at home… something tells me they wouldn’t let me carry matches to school and start burning paper at my desk.)
So that was my poster. And it was really fun.