I am so random when it comes to painting that I just take any surface and mess around with them. The weirdest one being a rescued discarded chair. Sometimes I draw on my hand, sometimes on my leg. Strange habits, tsk.
This one here is a lazy quick fix to itchy fingers. I bought fabric from Spotlight (organic cotton on sale!), some fabric paint from Art Friend, and happily filled the colours in. That was when I understood why my sis likes taking over my paintings – the shapes / profiles are already there and she can just enjoy the colouring part. Tsk! I painted these with cotton buds as I gave away all my brushes before I moved back to Singapore. If you zoom in closely, you can see the furry edges, because cotton buds can only do coarse strokes. At the sharper corners, I basically used my pinky finger nails to tidy them up. Haha, my ridiculous sense of fun. It’s highly therapeutic and cathartic though.
My sis was very surprised to see this. It marked the start of my healing with lepidopterophobia. This long big word just means fear of moths and butterflies, something that I have been struggling with since I was two or three years old. It has been a nightmare for my family and dad had been talking me into therapy since eons ago, because I freak out at even seeing their shadows. Freak out meaning scream and cry and run like a crazy freak. After taking on this healing journey from different approaches – regression, coaching, Thetahealing, I finally manage share the space with a butterfly (like it being just outside my window while I am standing there).
Sis accredits it to the power of Oliver. Our balcony was the incubating home to metamorphoses and the learning ground for him. Mom was dead scared of caterpillars (but not worms, strangely enough) while I was dead scared of butterflies, but both of us just overcome it and sat through with Oliver teaching him to count and also teaching him about life. They did not know I was undergoing a lot of therapy already. 😀 😀
That was a huge digression. Anyhow, I really love fiddling with fabrics and paints and any craftsy stuffs. This one still sits in my cabinet, although the original intention was to turn it into a bag for O to carry his car-car around, like the citrus one below. Guess I have two more months to turn it into a bag for O’s little bro when he arrives in May!