When I was little, I could always imagine little worlds, towns, houses in all the mundane things around me. Some rocks by the road could be a troll village. An old stump could be someone’s home. Perhaps, when I’m not looking the breakfast table comes alive! Now that I’m older I try to recapture that way of thinking. I think something is lost when we stop being able to imagine things in different ways. And so, my fork has become a sort of elk, a slice of tangerine is the sun and more forks have become trees.
I've been experimenting with different techniques, layering ink, different papers and in this print I added some watercolour. I could never do this before with the Speedball inks unless I used oil based ink which was a pain to clean off the plate. But my Daniel Smith inks are set when dry so I can paint over them. Yay!
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