Thursday, July 15, 2021

Always while looking for something else

This is just the center of it. 24 x 36, I think. Oak tag, we used to call it. India ink and a speedball pen and my beloved Rapidograph. FM radio and pot. On the back "Electric Circus" Aug. 20, 1967. D. Useted. I remember that night in the city and the days making this so clearly.

And this. I was interested in reading palms. I would ask people to let me trace their hand on paper, then I'd duplicate their lines on the drawing. Then trace the drawing onto Shrinky Dink plastic with a black Sharpie, cut out the hands with scissors, and bake them in the oven. I had quite a collection of shrunken hands but never learned to read the lines.
This kid who was hanging around had paws like a mastiff puppy. He grew into them.

Because you asked.


Liz A said...

last things first ... I am currently smitten with Shrinky Dinks ... will have to post about that soon

but meanwhile, I can see the foundation of your stitching in this image ... hope you will consider taking a picture of the whole thing, front and back ...

P.S. you lived who I so longed to be back in the day

Deb Lacativa said...

I had a mobile of shrunken hands. Baked Shrinky Dunk is almost musical.