Images of Chinese take out containers with fortune-related phrases, and a full color palette came to mind. I couldn’t wait to get into the studio.
The next morning I grabbed the two canvases that had not worked out last week. They had layers of paint and background attempts on them. So heavy was the old paint that when I put on the new blues and yellows, gorgeous rich textures emerged from beneath.
I unpainted several swaths of the old paint underneath, and collaged ripped-up Chinese newspapers into the new yellow paint. Erika had grabbed stacks of newspapers from Chinatown for me last time she was in San Francisco. I am still waiting to hear about her late evening mission to find these.
I love the stories and meaning behind all of the pieces that go into these paintings. So often there are deeply moving poems, or completely obnoxious sassy phrases. But this time, just Chinatown and a phrase from my son.
I carved hand made stamps with the bike to decorate the front of one of the take out containers. For the other one I used my favorite Virgin of Guadalupe stamp I made long ago. And of course, bits of silver leaf and gold paint markers.
Two canvases that I absolute hated turned into complete fun, and things of beauty. Voila! I giggled them over to my friend JT Thomas’s house for a photograph, and he swung them around while I tickled my son.