I am declaring a rebellion on the white and black (with touches of blue sky) world in which I live. I am consciously avoiding being subtle...well, mostly. The piece still calls the shots. But remember the subtle shibori piece (go to the bottom of the post)? It has had this added to it:
Not bad, huh? Take that, gray world!
I do have to confess that in the last couple of days I have found some color in my exterior world--a tinge of burnt sienna in some willow trees, and glorious gold and rust in some Indian grass sticking out of a snow bank. It's there, just hard to find.
We just survived the longest stretch of snowing days in Chicago history, and have this to show for it:
This is a typical rural style mailbox, usual height. We're thinking of sculpting an igloo over it next.
But in the meantime, if I can't find much color outside, I'll find it in my studio.
That is all.