I recently bought an almanac of birds at the used book shop. It is full of wonderful illustration plates. They have that aged color from decades ago that is slightly simplified and dulled. I had intended them to group together in great flocks, but so far they seem to be compelling me to deconstruct their colors and make mixed-media pieces.
Once again, I am reminded that I am not in charge of the process…
For the longest time I have been baffled by the art of paper cutting. I have never had very much success (read: accuracy) with an X-acto knife. Until tonight. I picked up this little retractable knife on a whim at Target, of all places. The price was right, so I took a chance without high hopes.
I finally gained some fluency and joy getting in the nooks and crannies that often elude scissors. I can tell there is still a learning curve for gaining mastery, but at last it is a pleasure. Lots depends on paper weight (and good light!) but I found pieces I’d cut falling away effortlessly. I’m very pleased with this new tool. And it comes with four replacement blades so even if I can’t find them in the future the disposable life has been greatly extended.