One could say that I was on a tear Tuesday. And one would be right. However...yes, there is a twist...my definition of the idiom varies a bit.
With 3 pieces collaged and set aside, I decided to go really big and work on the triple circles.
So...it was hung this way. No whispering from the muses.
Then it was hung this way. Still no whispering from the muses, yet a giggle or two did escape and I could swear the phrase looks like boobs in the middle was uttered. After sitting, staring, sighing and only being able to see boobs in the middle, I decided to go on a tear and
voila! 1 became 2. The muses were happy. Esmerelda and Cecil were starting to dance. I pondered, viewed the pieces from varying angles, pondered some more and decided to go on another tear.
1 had become 2 had become 9. By now Esmerelda was fairly twirling in place and demanding more.
So, I gave her more. The triple circle piece went from being one huge, boob filled, overwhelming yet not very exciting piece to 16 squares full of energy, interest, focus and movement. And this is much closer to my vision of how the rusty fabrics should be displayed.
Imagine a set of 9 or 16 or 25...or even a simple row...of fragments of circles. That's my vision. Focus on the marks rather than the rust. Cotton is my palette, rust is my medium.
Phew! How's that for a Tuesday's worth of work?