The new acquisitions (iridescent paints, acrylic mediums, etc.) have proved themselves most useful in my growing addiction . . .

So here in Toronto, there are still vibrant turning leaves hanging on to trees and huge piles of the fallen all over the map. Of course I impulse-purchased a little packet of fake dried leaves at that little indie “dollar store” in Chinatown (where I spent near an hour gawking yesterday). Of course the iridescent copper captivated.

I especially loved trying this “self-levelling medium” — before it dries completely, it is etchable. I could therefore trace out the outline of a stencilled leaf (the original of which got painted over accidentally) . . . fortuitous mistake!

Looking at it, there is “more” I’d like to do with it BUT I quickly signed it last night so I couldn’t obsess over more changes. Done is done.

In the same spirit of being “free” to make mistakes and risk crapulence: this participant in Art Every Day Month 2009, Kara at Mother Henna, wrote/shouted a rallying cry for fearlessness in the face of making crap/sucking. I now feel good about saying that my shit sucks (!) but that this is part of the process. . . I am loving this process.