Sometimes things don’t turn out as one would have liked them to, or as one imagined they might, or as one hoped they would. Most times it doesn’t matter. Sometimes it does. Sometimes one learns from one’s mistakes and doesn’t
I’m not holding this out to be anything other than a thing I did. I wasn’t really sure how I should approach it, what different levels of depth I should be aiming for, how I’d complete the detail and so
Doodles, sketches, rough lino cuts … Note to self! For clean lines in lino cuts, I need to use a sharp blade/knife to cut around the lines before using the gouge to scoop out the other stuff. I’ll
Gecko on a teabag! Whatever next?
No. Not more blood this time. Actually struggling with a bad back. I’ve had spasms in the lumbar region for over a week. Yesterday, however, things progressed to quite severe cramps from just above my arse to my knee. Walking
I read somewhere recently that one shouldn’t carve wood when tired. Here’s why … Stopped now. The bleeding has, too.
… for this post really. Just marking time. Marking wood. Marking paper. Bleeding. Again.
During our August visit to Birr Castle, I picked up a branch and stuck it in the boot of the car. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it but I didn’t get around to it till this
My fuchsia on an unfurled used teabag … (click on it to make it bigger) And my turtle … I have nothing more to add today.
Had some ideas over the last few days. Time, you see. And a need to be distracted. Plenty to work on anyway, although I do want to get away from just doing teabags and carvings. Anyway, this post is just
I took a trip to The Carpentry Store near Naas today. It’s not that I was running out of wood. It was more that all the wood I have is thick and I wanted some thin stuff. I had tried
Here’s how the teabags are prepared for painting. The medium is used as a grounding for the paint. Without it the teabag material is like blotting paper and the paint just spreads everywhere. And here’s my first interpretation of