The Wax Bug

Christmas Day with the family. It was cozy, magical, a day filled with lots of fancy food and my good people. 

John pointed out that if the lights are low enough we don't look bad. He's a corker.

Our first-born girl. She's the image of her grandpa and grandma Newton. My but I'm proud of her.

Our baby girl Steff. Who hosted the family this year and who is the spirit of all goodness and kindness. We're kind of proud of her too.

The tall and handsome mystery man grandson. Another Newton look-alike. He is smart, thoughtful, talented and kind. *sigh* Everything I could ask for and the apple of grandma's eye. The arrow sent out from my bow.

This is a spread prepared for the written journal page. It's a painting in itself. I love making the pages ahead of time and then watching them evolve with words and images.

The recent wax classes have me bitten again by the wax bug; this time really hard. So I got into the studio and fiddled around. The image above just shows a bunch of colors blown randomly around by the torch. I just wanted to watch the wax move.

I grabbed a bit of collage and turned the board into this. It's not exciting to me because I just did stuff I already knew about so in the next one I pushed myself into newer territory.

This is the next board at a stage that had interesting parts but didn't feel finished. I was working intuitively here and while it reminded me of space phenomena it didn't satisfy me. So I kept going and arrived at the next shot.

Now I like it. The writing says, "Touch Me, Don't Touch Me." 

Abstraction is something I'm still learning about and that I want to do more of. This one I like because I can feel it. That charge of energy when two beings touch. 

Here's a close up of the wax. My challenge to myself is to complete at least one wax painting a day for the next month. We'll see if I can keep to that pace. Now it's time to get TUIT.