Postcards and coffee stains

I know it is just the instructions for a wrench, but I love this design.  Clearly.  I took this home and considered framing it.  Instead, I trimmed it down to the size of a postcard and painted a portrait of myself with coffee.  Like ya do.

Postcards and collage

My collages look like they were made by a drunk.  Or a child.  Or a drunk child.  This is what I really mean when I say I am looking for a style.  I am making a mess.  Cut out ads glued to postcards, smeared with ink and clear nail polish.  You know, art.

Postcards and tea!

Make your own ink some day!  Or paper!  Or dye!  Make a thing from stuff.  My father is trying inks made from hibiscus and inks made from walnuts.  I may have convinced a friend to try making ink from beets.  I love the experimentation and comparing notes.

Stamps and tattoos!

I am still trying to find my style, but I think I like stamps.  Or want to use them.  Or want you to think that I used one.  Or type as a stamp.  Ornamentation.  Working towards more complexity.  Or something.

I perused the stamps available at a craft, and could not find anything inspiring.  Even when I first found the camera, I was not going to buy it.  But then I saw the crown, and held it above the camera.  I felt I need them as a pair.  I keep playing with them as a pair.

I think of them as a tattoo.  Or a signature.  I am not sure.  But I am not done with them. 

Another Postcard!

I love the J. Herbin 1670 line of inks.  I have been talking about inks and pens and postcards with anyone who will listen lately.  My father said he wanted ink with gold flakes in it, thinking it a humorously absurd request.  But no!  Check it out.  These inks are best shown off with a video rather than a scan, but I still like how this card turned out.