Color Wheel

In my art class, I began the color mixing series. I’m currently working on the color wheel. And I use the word “currently” in an extended manner. This is the result after two three-hour sessions: an 18-slot color wheel.

An 18-slot color wheel with one slot not yet colored

A little of this, a little of that

Don’t let that solitary, non-color slot fool you (the blue-green slot; you can barely see my “BG” pencil notation). It is not the only task I have left. See those smudges? That’s me rubbing off wet paint in order to try to mix colors yet again to try to get the right hue (color). I can already tell that the last color I added is way off: the blue-ish slot to the left of the open space (the green-blue slot). And some of the other already-dried paints will have to be redone, as well. I can’t tell any difference in the red section.

The first to go on are the three primary colors: red, yellow, and blue. Thank goodness those come out of a tube of paint so I can’t hardly get them wrong, except for the blue, which needed some white to lighten it up or else it would have looked almost black.

Next are three secondary colors: orange (red + yellow), green (yellow + blue), and purple (red + blue). I’ve already done the purple a couple of times. On an 18-color wheel, the tertiary colors are also included: red purple, purple red, orange red, red orange, orange yellow, yellow orange, green yellow, yellow green, blue green, green blue, purple blue, blue purple.

Not only do they have to be the correct hue (color), they all have to be the same tone (light/dark value). I mix and re-mix so much, I may need multiple paint tubes of the primary colors to complete my wheel. No wonder art works are so expensive.

Weekly Photo Challenge: New

The “new” for me is posting black-and-white photos. Usually the only software processing I do is to re-size or crop a photo prior to posting. Now I’ll be looking for photos with good contrast to see how they look in black and white.

garden angel statue in a black and white photo

Garden angel

I have many, many photos of this garden angel, from Pat’s garden. I love photographing it.

Weekly Photo Challenge: New

Empty Bowl

I went to Austin’s Empty Bowl Project for the first time this year. It’s in its 18th year, but I don’t know what I was doing the other 17 years. The event benefits several Austin-area charities that take care of people in need. How it works: You buy a beautiful, handmade ceramic bowl for $20, fill it up with yummy soup and take the bowl home with you.

My plan was to show up early before everyone else did. The first part of my plan worked: I showed up early. The second part — “before everyone else” — not so much. I got to stand in line with lots of people with the same “show up early” plan. Still, it was a nice day in November and I was only mildly overdressed.

A really long line at the Austin Empty Bowl Project

Hundreds and hundreds of my closest friends

A large soup pot and spoon were available for photo ops.

A child in the large soup pot

Soup pot

Once inside, there were tables and tables filled with bowls to choose from. There were no bad choices.

A round table with lots and lots of ceramic bowls to choose from

So many, so beautiful

After you choose your bowl, volunteers wash and rinse it for you. (I just love it when someone else does the dishes, don’t you?) Next, you get in line for some soup, provided by local food establishments (several soups to choose from), and then it’s soup time! My bowl (it’s signed on the bottom) was made by Jessica of Girl Scout Troop 449 and I think it’s beautiful! Thank you, Jessica!

My ceramic bowl filled with pumpkin soup next to a bread roll

Yummy pumpkin soup and bread

Fiction Friday: Stolen by the Storm

Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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a creekbed with a bridge over it; recent rains left twigs, branches and lots of trash under the bridge. Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Sandra Crook

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Sandra Crook

Stolen by the Storm

Lindy knew what the creek bed would look like, under the bridge: rocks, branches, trash. She filled several bags with plastic bottles, broken toys, torn clothing, and any metal objects she could find.

In her shop, she built the trash into treasure, naming each piece “Stolen by the Storm” with the storm’s date. Lindy sold every piece she ever made, wondering if any buyers recognized some of the scrap components as their own. Did they purchase the artwork out of guilt, then, or were they happy to find a piece of their life that the storm had taken from them?
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