Can you believe in all my years of mixed media art and journalling that I've never picked up one of these crayons before? I think I'd read about them at least 10 years ago but never searched them out. Luckily for me, my amazing local art store had them displayed right at the check out last week and I picked up a few on a whim. THEN I went back the next day and bought a bunch more. It's a super fun new tool and I've been having fun just experimenting.
I've been using them more like watercolors for the most part, I shave off a tiny piece of the crayon with an x-acto, then mix with water in a palette. I'm also finding it's a nice effect to layer dry crayon markings over the watercolor-style painting once it's dried. The pigments are so vibrant. It's really exciting.
These experiments are also part of my new goal of adding more color to my work. The more I mix different colors, put new shades next to each other, and just mess around with color in general, I know I'll start to feel comfortable.
The ony downside is that these really do look like crayons, and therefore tempt my children. I know i shouldn't let them play with my nice art supplies, but as I was taking these photos, this happened:
And then this:
Aaand now I need to go buy a new piece of white posterboard for photo backgrounds.
(these pictures were taken a while ago but if you read on you might understand why I didn't take time to pick up my dslr today.)
With 2 little kids in the house, there are days when I can't think of a single thing we've actually accomplished. Then, there are days like today, where I can hardly believe all the things we've crammed into a 12 hour time span.
(Side note: after I typed this all out I realized it's probably suuuuper boring to like 90% of my blog readers, but what the hell, it's mostly for posterity's sake, and maybe a reminder of why I only have time to post art projects like once a month.)
Here's the outline of our day:
6-7 am. Wake up. Children are already in our bed. David and Norah and I lay underneath the fluffy white covers (in our household this is referred to as being a "warm toasty cinnamon bun") while Mike takes a shower and leaves for work. I make oatmeal for the kids after I discover we're out of peanut butter for toast. Norah gets sent to her room for screaming about not having toast for breakfast. I make a big pot of coffee.
7-8 am. Breakfast. David watches "Chuck the Truck" while I silently curse Netflix for introducing lots of terrible children's shows into our home. I take a shower; both kids periodically break into the bathroom asking when I'll be done. I hear some screaming at some point but try to ignore it.
8-9 am. It's raining so we can't go outside like I had hoped. David decides to play pirates. We play pirates. We play firefighters. We play grocery store. We play pirate grocery store. This is really fun, actually.
9-11 am. Cajole children into getting dressed. Head out for the library. Play puzzles. Look for books about pirates. Read books about pirates. Norah runs around yelling and I decide it's probably time to leave the library.
11-12 am. Steer giant car cart through the grocery store: bread, peanut butter, blueberries, cookie ingredients. Home for lunch; PBJ for the kids, leftover chicken and potatoes for me. Norah is so tired she's falling asleep sitting up and chewing with her eyes closed. I invented a new word for this: xhungry. It means exhausted yet hungry.
12-2 pm. I read Norah a few stories and she falls asleep immediately. David watches a Veggie Tales video from the library. I do dishes, make the dough for Double Chocolate Chip cookies (based off this recipe), then spend some time scrolling through instagram while the dough rests. I imagine what it would like to be a real working artist. (Basically a daily daydream.)
2-3. Norah wakes up from her nap. We eat cookies.They are delicious but really, almost too rich and sweet to have more than one. This thought then morphs into a multi-levelled epiphany about my taste buds changing and this is probably why old people like weird sweets like butterscotch candies and gingersnaps. ANYWAY. Then I have to clip the kids' fingernails because there's so much melted chocolate underneath them a regular old handwashing doesn't do the job.
3-5 pm. We go to the playground. Play in the sand, chase robins. David decides the playground equipment looks like a giant dinosaur so that becomes an element of play. Also he wants us to pretend to be redwing blackbirds for some reason? THEN to a different park so that Norah can throw pennies in a specific fountain, her current most favorite thing to do. This park happens to be right next to the library. So we end up going to the library AGAIN, though it turns out to be a happy accident since we run into one of David's favorite preschool friends. When we get home Norah finds a tube of finger paint I thought I'd put away, and I have such a hard time turning down a request to paint, even though I know the result will be...
5-6 pm. Bathtime. Clean up fingerpaint fingerprints in kitchen and bathroom. Tidy the kitchen. Start making meatballs and assembling these sandwiches for dinner. Norah plays in her crib, David plays in the living room, and I hide out in the bedroom reading dumb stories on Buzzfeed because really, it's been a looong day and I just need to sit down.
6:20 pm. Dinner is ready. Mike comes home (hallelujah!). I pour myself a glass of wine and sit down to type this.