It has a kind of Eric Carle feel, which I initially did not like because I felt like I stole his ideas... But now, I am ok with it. Learned from him, went on to express peaches in other ways.
And this one is the peach in the photograph with other decorative papers as a collage on a cigar box top. If you've ever driven on I 85 south you might recognize my subtle nod to the Gaffney Peach of South Carolina, see it?
Foreign coins, thread, newspaper clipping, single earring, ..what's in your top drawer? What does it say about you? Site dedicated to the assemblage that is all of us...it's the things you leave behind.
Showing posts with label cigar boxes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cigar boxes. Show all posts
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Do I dare to eat a peach...
Hmm, what is it about a basket full of fresh juicy, fuzzy, aromatic peaches. Is it because they look like orange furry bums? Is it the daring act of biting into one, knowing the juice will drip down the chin. So the above piece is one I worked on in a mixed media workshop at Fleisher, in Philly. It is made with an assortment of inventory papers made in class and pasted on green matt board.
Labels:
cigar boxes,
clay board,
collage,
Eric Carle,
Fleisher art memorial,
Peaches,
philadelphia
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