Flowers are pretty and they smell heavenly, but I have a black thumb and have a hard time keeping them alive. As a kid my Dad used to have me pull the weeds that grew up in the cracks of his driveway. I never understood how they would repeatedly come back with no water, constantly getting run over by cars and not to mention the pavement that was on them.
As I grew older I started to respect the weeds more so than the flowers. Flowers are fragile and sensitive. Weeds are stubborn and persistent. If a rose does not bloom it requires a change of environment. Weeds just grow. Pull them out by their roots and burn them. Chances are they are going to grow back. I want to be a weed!
Be A Weed — Not A Flower
In a field of flowers I want to be the weed that blooms where ever it pleases regardless of the conditions. I had to document it in my art journal and reflect on it when life gets tough — and life always will have hard times.
To create the background I used Rita Barakat Art Foamies, Plaid paint, and Aladine paste, mists and ink.
For the sentiment, I wrote it on a piece of Tissue Paper. I did a white wash with Gesso and water in the spot the sentiment would go. Once it dried, I used Collage medium to adhere it. By doing so it allowed the background to pop through and blending in nicely.
Until next time ~ Happy Crafting!
