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 childlike and childish. 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...
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 childlike and childish. 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...
4 comments:
I was so busy reading about playing in the mud and refusing to grow up (paraphrasing), that I didn't look at the pictures! Went back and had a look.... I think the ones with green in them look the best!
Love the greens, but more than that, I loved reading your story. I really should pick an age to be too. If it keeps you young, why not?
I hope your son is still leading interesting projects!
I really need to try this technique; I'm a fan of controlled mess.
I say: "go for it!"
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