When you are there, everything takes on a glow. You look at the landscape and realize why so many artists painted there, why so many writers wrote there, why you are there. Everything looks like a painting, the light, the colors, ochre, raw umber.......
This assemblage piece was meant to be a shrine to the brush that I scrounged for at a flea market. I have a weakness for old paint brushes. I had almost given up hope. As a last ditch effort, I got down on my hands and knees and ran my hands through the dirt and "junk" and viola!
I had spent so much time on the shoe piece a few posts back , I almost forgot about the brush. it turns out, the junk finds that I had left were each precious to me in their own way, so I decided to say "what the heck" and just attach everything together.
The colors, rust, white, a touch of blue, YELLOW, brown, all seemed to work together. I added a bit more, copper mesh and a bit of blue paint to the brush handle, a yellowish ribbon to highlight the yellow of the......... round, whatever-it-is, with the buttons, a piece of ochre mica. It all seemed to blend well with my surroundings.
I LOVE MY BRUSH!