The thing about saying you'll do a workshop in the grunge style is that you have to alter your personality. No really, I truly have to think differently and adopt a 'Julia Holtz' mindset. You know by now that I'm not one for the original grunge colours...the 'seven shades of wee wee' that were so in evidence when Ranger launched the Tim Holtz signature range. But of course, I'm easily influenced and when the 'proper colours' started to appear, I was sold. Or bought. You decide. It's all just a question of layers of colours, right? And as far as I can tell, as many colour applying techniques as you can apply to a single sheet of card stock before it falls apart. I know, lots of you will be thinking that I'm being very unfair with that as a description, but here's some evidence:
Ink sponged on to colour white stock
Ink splattered on to colour coloured stock
Ink sponged through stencil to add shapes and another colour to coloured stock
Water splattered to take off some ink (!)
Ink applied to add further colour with rubber stamp
More ink for another colour application by rubber stamp
AND THAT'S JUST FOR A BACKGROUND!
Sheeze, no wonder the scrapbook papers became so popular so fast! Anyway, after all that trouble, you get a nice bright card and the recipient will never know the toil or the technique or indeed, the fingernails dyed to the colour of a 200-a-day-smoker. It's all for the art dahlink!
Inevitable then, for a four card workshop, that I lose the will to live and turn to scrapbook paper and some die cuts. (And Kraft paper at that whaaaa!) And it all goes a bit 'real grunge' then:
I'm the first to accept that mounting this lot on a red card doesn't really make it 'colourful grunge', but what can a gal do...as soon as I start on the sanding and distressing, I get a bit sad and depressed and into a grungy state of mind and have to exert mental pressure on myself not to resort to the seven shades.....it's an undue influence and I'm rubbish at will power. Ask anyone. So there, if you're coming on Thursday, the cards are mostly colourful. Now that I've worked out that it's the distress that makes me a bit erm, distressed, I'll move on. I think it was my beloved father who once nodded at one or other of my efforts in crafting and sagely advised me to stick to what I'm good at. Well, Pa...just so you know, I'm working on finding that!