I think I know now why my father discouraged any of my attempts at painting. I am a walking disaster. Me and paint result in mess, mess and more mess. This time I am working on my next class for Stitch Class. The class is with Greg T Wilson and the first part requires you to paint up a random design. After my last attempt at painting fabric I should have known what would happen but once again I thought I was prepared. I have taken a big piece of wood and covered it with plastic to fit over the small table. I set out all the things I needed, Including some water to wash my brushes and put on a plastic apron. I taped all the pieces I was working with to the surface, 2 pieces of heavy paper and some fabric. I even washed to fabric first to remove the starch.
I had no idea how to start so I took my acrylic paints, the ones I use with the grandchildren and selected 3 different colour pallets from what was available and put these onto plastic plates. Then, as instructed I made random marks. ( I also got my Ipad out and put on country and western music, loud.)
At this point I think I see what my problem was. I stopped thinking. I wet one piece of paper, very wet, and the fabric, a bit wet, with a wet brush and then just slapped the paint around.
The next step was to cover parts of the painting with masking tape and apply more paint then keep doing this till you had finished, layer on layer.
All OK. I left this to dry, went and washed my hands, turned on the oven for dinner and prepared an oven bag for the roast. The light had gone out on the oven so in it went. I then went upstairs to take the masking tape off the painted pieces. It kind of stuck to the plastic covering on the table top but that was OK but when I got to the last piece I knocked the water container over. By this stage the water was very dirty and full of paint. Then I smelt burning. The oven was turned onto grill not oven and the plastic bag was burning. What to do first? I choose the dinner, fixed this disaster and then pulled the hose up to the top floor (again) and cleaned up the mess and rescued the prepared pieces. What a mess.
Next I have to embellish each piece with stitches but first I have to wait for them to dry.
I thought that my father was being horrible stopping me painting. Now I know it was just self preservation.