#try and error

little practice in coloring. trying out new approaches aaaaand I love Jills anniversary outfit!

But who would be interested in that? It exceeds my imagination that anyone, and be it only through reading a blog, would want to take part in my/our everyday life, would want to read about all our struggles, with each other or just with myself, sometimes even with the cats. About our arguments (not in a negative way), all the critical topics, be it school, teachers (huge topic), health, competitive sports, practice-reluctance (concerning instruments) – but, of course, still wanting to be able to play perfectly and getting lying-on-the-floor hysterical spells, if it doesn’t work, despite not practising. About our little and big defeats and sometimes, thankfully, “victories”, too (that keep me from locking myself in the cellar with a bottle of wine or gin or taking a looooong drunkwalk in the woods). Victories, when we manage to get in touch with each other, to be at it hammers and tongs, to really, truly engage, learn to feel our boundaries and acquire the assurance to be able to phrase them. When, despite all those difficult situations that oftentimes amount to our daily routine with four kids and four cats, we appreciate, embrace and love each other. On good days I perceive it as just that.   On bad days I’d like to impose a ban on talking as soon as my four kids have risen from their beds in the morning, come down the stairs and start to kick up a stink and spread their filthy mood. And you know what? Sometimes I do, because in the morning I just can’t put up with nagging and “verbal vomiting”. I perceive my matutinal standing up at 5:30 am as personal peak performance, which obviously only refers to my physical performance. My physical presence and functionality may convey the illusion of me also being mentally fully resilient, but that’s deceiving. I’m an impeccable functioner (or, to gender it right, functioness?), still I need a minimum of friendliness, respect and quiet at this inhumane time of the day. With this in mind I wish you all a good return to a new work and school week in our daily lives.

KC, you have to teach me your ways....

This is the process in which I went from something disastrous to something beautiful 😌😍. So I had applied some liquid paper over my cotton candy before I colored it, and once I applied copic marker on it, I regretted it immediately. At first I thought of cutting a piece of paper and pasting it over the cotton candy and then draw it again…BUT THEN the light from the heavens shone upon my face and I thought “hey! Why don’t I put actual cotton on it! As I once saw in Art Attack!!” So…here’s what I did: 1. Glue the cotton little by little on top of the drawing. 2. Place the cotton over the area I wanted to cover and remove the excess until I had the amount I wanted. 3. Once settled in place, color it. First I applied copic marker but the interaction between copics and cotton is less than friendly 😅(I really learned a lot about copic markers from this experience) , so I decided to use chalks which turned out just nicely 😊 4. Gave it the final touches and rearranging any cotton that had moved from its place and that’s it!! Sometimes as artists we forget that we can take all the liberties we want in our drawings, this time about mixing materials. So learn from me and never be afraid again of trying new things!!!!!!!