when you just can’t make it out to the store to get a card
you use what you have.
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“always make sure your heart is bigger than your head.”
-tony oiler
Aug1
Tag Archives: paint
Oct6
pigment.
In Tokyo, there is an artist’s dream come true: thousands of pigments with names like “Autumn Mystery” and “Luxury Twinkle” line the neat, airy bamboo shelves of a store called Pigment.
Pigment is dry concentrated color dust used to give fabric, ink, plastics, and, of course, paint their hue. By adding a binding agent like oil or glue to the powder, the pigment becomes adhesive. It’s an older style of paint-making as opposed to purchasing paint pre-mixed, but many artists prefer it for its simplicity and versatility. The store also sells other traditional Japanese painting supplies like brushes, papers, frames, natural animal glue, and ink stones.
Pigment the store is just as beautiful as its contents. It was designed by renowned architect Kengo Kuma, whose work connects ancient principles of Japanese art and ideology to the modern day. Much like pigment, it’s simple, natural, and basic but elegant too. The store is made almost entirely of bamboo with gently waving lines, lots of open space, and light. The store does ship art supplies ordered online, but Pigment’s physical store and displays are something to behold.
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‘we all have the same palette of emotional paints
it’s how we pigment them on the canvas of life that dictates our artistry.’
-ged thompson (liverpool poet)
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credits: atlas obscura, pigment, tokyo
Oct25
“life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint you can on it.” – danny kaye
not me or anyone i know,
but we do share the same room painting technique.
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paint project
in
my loft bedroom
up high in the cottage
paint clothes on
sweat pants with lost drawstring
falling down
somehow rear end
gets painted
and
lying back
on my tarp covered bed
moved to the center of the room
painting
the low arched ceiling above
paint on my face
in my ears
in my hair
nacho the cat not the food
crying downstairs
the whole time
finally coming up
getting wet paint on him
tracking downstairs
must have been
raised by
depressed
coyotes
he does not meow
like a cat
it is more of a
soulful mourning
bug flies
into the whirlwind
and creates
a textured wall
head hit
on angled walls
time and time again
arms covered
in splatter
i stand
on tippy-toes
balanced precariously
on the edge of the stairs
to reach tiny corners
paint dripping and drying
on wood floor in kitchen below
chip it off
curtain downstairs
taken off
to avoid paint
but
rod broken in process
painting quickly
before the dark of night
when it’s impossible to see up there
in the mood lighting
wow
that’s a lot of color
i can’t wait
to see it
in the daylight
out of paint
put empty can in car
paint gets on seats
goo be gone
leaves a mark
i’ve decided
not to become
a professional
house painter
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‘one must act in painting as in life, directly.’ -pablo picasso
Mar25
Painting is silent poetry. ~ Plutarch (the Moralia )
dawn painting by john miler – portland gallery
Dec1
life’s little canvas
baby v displays her self-portrait
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It has been said that art is a tryst, for in the joy of it, maker and beholder meet. ~Kojiro Tomita
I didn't have my glasses on.... 