Usually, when I am in the mood to use alcohol ink, I pull out my clay and inks, work the clay, pick an ink color that speaks to me and go. Sometimes bold splashes of color appeal to me and other times I like creating with soft subtle tints. More and more, I seem to be focused on painting.
I was very recently in the mood to paint. Okay. Pulled out polymer clay, ink and brushes. What did I want to paint? Dunno. So I put a bit of ink on a brush and watched myself paint a tree. It is a reoccurring favorite subject of mine but I didn’t mind the end product:
I felt like painting some more, so I cleaned my brush, grabbed some more clay and started again. I painted another tree. Huh? Nonono, I told myself…do something different. Okay…this is different right?
And so the afternoon went. Trees popping out everywhere my brush touched. I packed away my inks but not before inadvertently turning my Zibbet site into a forest.
I’ve always loved trees. My cherry tree is beyond beautiful in the spring. My favorite lilac bush, tall enough to qualify for a small tree in my mind, is nothing short of inspirational when in full bloom. Still, that does not explain why I seem to be obsessively recreating trees (or shrubbery). I’ll just have to control my painting impulses until this passes. Or maybe just work through it….cluttering websites with my painted and/or clayed trees. Oh well, there are far worse things I could be obsessed with.