At times when I’m painting tiles images emerge and I’ve titled these tiles accordingly.
As I share my tile photos via social media, I don’t always include my “vision”. As a result, in comments I learn what others see – and that’s fun. Other interpretations are fascinating to me and often I begin to see what they see. Like life, it’s good to be open to another’s perspective.
What do you see?
If you’ve visited my blog in recent months, you know that I’ve become addicted to painting with alcohol ink. I decided to try my hand at painting pots, pocket planters and these saucers that are just right for a wine bottle coaster or a ring dish.
My obsession with painting on ceramic tiles led me to a box of glazed white subway tiles, perfect for alcohol ink. There’s something magical that happens with alcohol ink and flame from a long Bic lighter. Here’s what I’ve created so far.
This winter we’ve had more sunny days than usual. When sunlight streams into my dining room/art studio it beckons me to paint. The gallery below represents my January 2021 paintings using alcohol ink on Yupo paper. I’ve titled a few based on either inspiration or the end results.
The holidays are behind us, cold winter weather has settled in and we’re still in a pandemic. Staying safe at home while staying creative, there’s something soothing about painting these ceramic tiles with alcohol ink.
“Do you ever get a sign from Spence?”
Tonight granddaughter Kira dropped by with a Shepherds Pie made by daughter-in-law Tonya. It was the best Shepherds Pie I’ve ever had, every bite flavorful and satisfying. The food equivalent of a warm hug.
Spence never met Tonya, they would have loved each other. Shepherds Pie – if on a menu he’d order it every time. Seriously every time. I sat in his chair while enjoying this meal and thought, “yup this is a sign”
A feral colony of three sibling kittens born in my garden this summer, have decided to stay on for the winter.
The black kitty I named Coal. From a very young age he’s been the most gregarious. The kitchen window looks out on my garden (not pretty in winter). When I walk in the kitchen, Coal jumps from his napping spot on my jacuzzi onto the window ledge. He is captivated by me, regardless of what I’m doing. Anytime I’m cooking is his favorite time to visit.
Recently he’s taken to high-fiving me through the glass then walking back and forth rubbing against the window. He’s now “trained me” to pet him through the glass. This goes on until I’m tired. Not once a day but rather each time he sees me – including after dark when he’s visible only by his topaz eyes.
As a result, my kitchen window is dotted with nose-prints from Coal and fingerprints from me. It’s messy but I love the connection we have and look forward to seeing him each day.