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I was very excited to do this weeks WE project. I LOVE to touch things! I think I connect with objects around me by seeing how they feel. I am constantly petting my puppy. I’ve felt the silk covered walls in the White House. My friend had to keep telling me to stop touching the antiques when we were shopping. I love texture and just can’t keep my hand off! (Though, I did NOT touch the ceiling…) So, noticing texture in my world was easy and getting crayon rubbings was fun! (I did discover that not all things rub well and that all crayons are not created equal).
My first picture is a collage of some things around my house that I rubbed onto different colors of tissue paper.
I just couldn’t resist gathering some leaves to rub. The weather is finally acting like autumn! It’s nice and cool and breezy. The leaves are turning their splendid colors and floating to the ground.
For this collage, I rubbed a couple tree trunks and then added the leaves that I did using different fall colors.
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Fall delicate leaf
to the ground.
Your dramatic death
leaves room
for new life to grow.
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There were things in me that I thought were good. Until they died. I’m beginning to understand that what is budding now is the true me that was meant to flower and grow all along.
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oooo that was good! I especially love the puzzle pieces and the poem!
these are glorious! i love the colors. it always amazes me that the beauty of fall is really the death of these leaves…such a gorgeous last hurrah.
Thanks for the welcome! I love the tree trunk and leaf collage!
I love both of your collages, but there is something about that first one that just draws me back to it. I don’t know what it is, maybe the pastels, maybe how the pieces seem distinct but overlap. I don’t know, but it’s just cool…
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How cool!
It is really nicely done. Maybe I may be inspired to check out the WE project stuff.
I love your rubbings, especially the first one! It looks like a great piece of art. Such beauty.
I am impressed you have been to Yap! I am SOOOO jelous! Actually, I have yet to go there, but I have a couple friends who are missionaries over there and had sent some things for them to give out to the locals, and my grass skirt came from a lady who wanted to show her appreciation. I can’t wait to get over there someday, but I don’t think it will be for a while.
Don’t you ever try to hide behind “I’m not artistic”. These rubbings are gorgeous. The first one captures me and makes me study it and feel a bit of awe…I can only identify the puzzle pieces. The leaves and bark…how traditional, yet how beautiful and soft are yours. And the death leaving room to grow, you’ve struck a chord here.
wow just wow….. The first one really captured my eye! So beautiful. I had a hard time with tissue paper..can you give tissue rubbing lessons. LOL The leaves and colors as well are just stunning. Left me feeling refreshed and joyful!
how beautiful, great job
“There were things in me that I thought were good. Until they died. I’m beginning to understand that what is budding now is the true me that was meant to flower and grow all along.” Such a beautiful statement! and really beautiful creations this week too. Mine came out pretty ugly but I wasn’t going for beauty. Now that I am seeing everyone else’s though… i am a bit jelous that mine look so cruddy. I so know what you mean about not all things rubbing well and all crayons are definately not created equal.
That is just beautiful!!
Oh, you are good! Both of these are just great and so lovely! I too have to be reminded to keep my hands off of things! lol!! And yes…crayons are certainly NOT created equal..I’m a crayon snob for sure because I will only use Crayola…
These are beautiful! I especially love the colors and the puzzle texture in the first one!
How beautiful! I love what you did with this assignment. I just started, I did my project and then forgot to post it.
“I’ve felt the silk covered walls in the White House. My friend had to keep telling me to stop touching the . . . ”
I thought you were going to say that your friend told you not to touch them (the walls) . . . and I was going to say, “NO, I didn’t – I just told you not to get caught!”
But alas, I wasn’t along for the antiquing!