T.: the hearts

Friday, February 10, 2012

the hearts

I begin with 80# paper, and a hand-cut stencil.
Add layers of pastel, thick thick.
Use the tip of a utility knife to scritch a pattern.

Then: photograph.
Then: computer. And messing with the images.

(Suffering from a dearth of words.)

4 comments:

TaradharmaFebruary 11, 2012 at 12:11 AM
they are beautiful, T. Keep doing them! No words needed.
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AnonymousFebruary 11, 2012 at 4:24 AM
your hearts are lovely
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PWallyFebruary 11, 2012 at 1:15 PM
They are SO marvelous!!! Keep up the good work!

Ima Wishinuhapyvday
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UnknownFebruary 11, 2012 at 6:05 PM
...a picture is worth a thousand...
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