Tuesday was productive; exciting even.
I tried out the balsa ‘antlers’ (fractals) in sculpture.
The excitement came later, when I unbundled the smelly results of a month in a metal bin:
After drying and picking most of the debris off, the storm cloth looked like this:
The dark curving lines are mould.
Lifting a dusty lid I found autumn’s pomegranates, well soaked. Fortunately the smell wasn’t too terrible.
The resulting colour was dull gold on silk, but wool wrapped around a log with scavenged gum leaves (as learnt from India Flint) appeared ochre and dark grey and reddish purple.