Here are two more pages that grew out of my experiments in stenciling. The weather has turned sunny but it is really still too windy to spray paint. The paint just billows up around me in a toxic, colored fog, regardless of how close I get the nozzle to the paper. I treasure my brain cells so I am indoors, playing with mister bottles of ink and puddles of acrylic paint instead. In some respects it is disappointing (I really wanted to experiment with spray paint) but on the other hand, the circumstances are forcing me to get much more creative with the process of layering images.
Spray painting can create such sheer layers that it is easy to stack many textures and images on top of one another. Acrylics are much more opaque; I need to use a light hand when stenciling and really stop to think about how each color will work (or not work) over or under another color.
I especially like the crow and city page, featuring a poetic snippet from Emily Dickinson: "The Soul selects Her own society..." I wanted to get the effect of looking through some trees to a city beyond. Dealing with perspective meant I had to carefully position images but at the same time, aim for mimicing the serendipitious look of spray painting. In the end, it was a pleasant dance. So, I'll continue merrily along, perhaps even looking forward to the windy days so that I may dance back and forth between Intent and Accident some more.