Yo No Se. 8 x 8 in. mixed media on Arches 140 lb. cold pressed paper. © 2018 Sheila Delgado.
WIP, additional layers. 8 x 8 in. watercolor on Arches 140 lb. cold pressed paper. © 2018 Sheila Delgado.
Yo no se. I don’t know. I still don’t know what to make of this. One step further though. I think it is still a work in progress. It will have to gel awhile. First piece of the year. Crossed one unfinished project off my list.
This started with layers of watercolor back in October. I kept seeing a dark tree. There are many images of trees online, so I thought I was just channeling something I liked on social media. But it stuck. So I took a sheet of old music, and carved a tree. I added indigo watercolor, and some lines for texture.
The sheet music was a gift from my good friend Christiane Drieling. A wonderful, amazing surprise. An old book of Schubert music. Christiane creates wonderful collage stories using old papers.
Her blog is a treat if you haven’t seen it.
I searched for two days for this book. Hid it away, cleaning for company. Well, first I looked for the photos I took when it arrived. Couldn’t find those, so I needed the book. Yup, neat freak lost it. I mean, there are only so many places it could be. I knew I was probably looking right at it. And I was. It was exactly where it belongs. With art pads and papers. The book is falling apart, so I put it in a manilla envelope.
If you are on Instagram, you have seen the next two images. Just for fun.
My best nine Instagram posts. Six of them are from the #100dayproject.
Best Nine of 2018. Sheila Delgado
My Year of Colour. The app pulls color from all your Instagram posts. Artwork and photographs. It surprises me that there is such a small amount of yellow. Ha ha.
Year of Colour 2018. Sheila Delgado
We waited all year for snow to fall. It was a white New Years Eve.
Snowed 6 hours, slow and steady.
First Winter snow. SMD
The mountains were hidden in clouds, when they started clearing it was really pretty.
The hills had matching cloud cover.
Clearing up. SMD
Sunset the following day. The hills looked like iced oatmeal cookies.
Mingus winter color. SMD
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1910
God Bless and keep you safe.
May you have a JOY filled year ahead!