This moment, textures.

It being the period between Christmas and New Year and the roads and pavements covered in snow, seems the ideal opportunity to play.
Yesterday I started to play with bits of paper and textures. First I covered my page with Fresco Toad Hall.
Next, I tore up pieces of script, lovely old map with gauze backing, music, shiny paper and glued them down with matte medium.

I scraped on some Grunge paste and pressed objects into it for texture,fork, bottle top etc. I sanded it back, added more layers and worked on it until it looked weathered.
I mixed some gloss medium with some fresco Tikka and French Roast and rubbed it into all the nooks and crannies with a piece of kitchen roll. Finally, or so I thought, I scribbled with crayons and pencil.

I was really pleased with my work. It reminds me of books that I had or my parents had that, at some point I have scribbled in or written my name.

Anyway, this morning I looked with fresh eyes and decided that it needed a focal point. I messed about for ages and eventually decided upon some flowers which I aged and stuck down with masking tape.

Even more pleased now.

Heres the finished piece.

And the photo that my son took. Cant decide which is best.