I have been enjoying working on paper again. I almost completely abandoned working on paper (instead working on wood, masonite, canvas, and antique frames) many years ago and now I don't know why. Paper seems to come so much easier to me. In a way, it is less precious than wood, canvas, or masonite and therefor I am freer to just keep creating more and more work very quickly. In another way, it is more precious, delicate, and beautiful. Paper is like a little prayer that I can say over and over. It lends itself to my obsessive nature. I laboriously prepare a really long piece of paper with my texture background, then I cut it into many standard sized pieces of paper. I love even the act of cutting the paper. It is a surprise to me where the particular colors and patterns will land on each sheet. When I was a little girl, the first surface I worked on in my art studio class was paper. First pastel paper, then watercolor paper. I worked only on these papers until I was 18 and went to college. I had to go through this process, leaving materials and medium that I once loved, or order to come back to them. Thank God for colorful papers and the subjects that dance upon them: my children, dreams, struggles, living things, etc.
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