Years ago, when my eldest son was in preschool, I got "talked to" about his behavior. Okay, I got "talked to" a lot about his behavior (and, to be fair, that of my other kids too). But this particular time, it was because he and a couple of his friends had discovered a corner of the play yard that was bare of grass and when water was added to this particular patch, a lovely mud developed. It was great fun to use the mud for sculpting and painting. Of course, his clothing suffered, but generally this particular son was pretty fastidious for a little kid. So I wasn't worried about the mud.
Not so, the other parents. Apparently my son was the ringleader in the mud art projects and had to be stopped. I remember his sorrow as we rode home from preschool the first day after the mud artwork was halted because it was
no longer allowed. He was so sad.
I have a birthday coming up. It happens every year around this time (no, it's not yet, so please don't make a fuss). But I decided some time ago (actually, a very long time ago) that I would remain at 27. The rationale for this was fairly simple. If you say you're 29, everyone assumes you're lying. At 27 -- you just
might be telling the truth. And thanks to fortuitous genes, I could carry it off much longer than was really fair. But now, it's kind of a joke when I say I'm 27. And that I have my annual 27th birthday each year.
Another reason I refuse to divulge my actual age is that I've found that people seem disappointed when they find out how old I
really am. Like I should act more
mature or something. Oh puleeze! Apparently, there is a fine line between child
like and child
ish. And for some reason, I skirt much closer to ish than like. And ish is just not as socially acceptable as like.
But I have found that my son was right to be sad. It's
fun to play in mud. And who cares if you get a bit dirty? Especially if you're dressed for it. And now I've found a
socially acceptable mud. It's called: dye thickener.
I procured this large piece of plastic (I believe it's a tile for a drop ceiling) and found that if I spread dye thickener on it I could have a great time smooshing it around and adding thickened dyes to make prints (there is a much more
clinical description of this process on the
Fire blog
here).
I have long looked for a method of marbling with thickened dyes. I haven't found it yet, but this is close.
I used the plastic combs from my marbling stuff to swirl the dyes on the plastic. And skipped the "stuff" I was using for resists. I rather like most of these pieces -- yes, there are a few that are dogs -- but I can use those for further research in my other evil experiments.
Bwahahaha...