During childhood, my sister caught me drawing on the walls and curtains of her bedroom. I was probably only 5 or 6 years old. In my brain, they needed color (which happened to be an orange crayon). Big sister wasn’t terribly fond of me after that (but she got over it). I even pushed my parents buttons by scribbling on a lamp shade in the living room. Talk about being in major trouble! Not a wise move on my part and I never did it again at that home. Now, I’m getting ready to scribble all over used hollow core doors for the backdrop of the camas project.
This evening the doors were prepped. Yep, it’s exactly what it looks like, rolling paint on a door. Nothing too special about this stuff except it’s flat paint and colored a grey-blue. Tomorrow I’ll start sketching the first section of landscape using vine and block charcoal. I’ll try to keep it simple to not compete with the flowers. The backdrop will separate the exhibit from the rest of the room.
I used the car as a drying rack. 🙂
During the morning and early afternoon, I spent several hours working with my assistant to complete a bunch of flower buds. We used baskets to hold the twisted wire forms. Tomorrow I’ll work like crazy covering as many as possible. She will return on Thursday to accomplish more tasks. I have 2 books I want to utilize plus 3 lbs of Oregon grass seed. Still debating which to start first. The grass seed might win!
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I’m so excited by this
The Orange Crayon was on the lampshade in the living room. I believe you utilized a pencil when drawing on the pull-down shades (Lots of Pink!) in the bedroom. Maybe crayon on the wall? Such an artist at such a young age. Too bad everyone saw it differently! 🙂 Love your work here, little Sister!
Thanks big sister! It’s nice to have you remember things more clearly. All I recall is getting in trouble for it and the parents having to turn the lamp shade drawing towards the wall. I’m amazed they ever bought a new one. 🙂