Sunday, June 22, 2025
Matting math….
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So here they are, all matted and framed and hanging on the wall. They look great, just ignore the reflections…cutting mats is not any easier than it used to be. I still do the math three times and get three different answers, even with a calculator. And using a mat cutter after all these years is like trying to remember your high school French. But thanks to Pat, I know how to do it! (Remember those awful mat cutting classes?) Now I’m going to have the girls develop fairy tales to go along with their paintings!
Superb! Looks like you got the math and cutting just right. And I agree with you 100% on the math issue--but it's so worth it. These look so much like "official art." Can't wait to hear the stories they come up with. You should write them up, use these as illustrations, and have them printed up as Christmas gift storybooks. Seriously, these are inspired!
ReplyDeleteThey do look great. There's nothing like a good mat and frame to elevate art to an even higher level. Once upon a time is waiting eagerly in the wings.
ReplyDeleteIt had been an excellent birthday for Amelia. As she was chewing on her last piece of birthday cake she surveyed her gifts spread across the kitchen table. She was happy with every gift she had gotten. Except for that horn. That stupid looking horn. Whoever had bought her that? She didn't know who because nobody at the party would admit it. She wondered if it even worked. As she reached out for it suddenly she heard a loud screeching like cats fighting.
ReplyDeleteShe stepped out of the kitchen door and out to the backyard and then down the alley. Funny, the further she went the better the screeching sounded. It was sounding like a song that she knew long ago, but could not remember the words to. And where was she? And where had these trees come from? And what was that in her hand? The horn, she must have been carrying it all this time. She wondered. She put the horn to her lips and blew and then....
Bedelia loved that blue dress she had gotten for her birthday last week. She had worn it every day since then and it had gotten better every day. Blue like the skies, blue like her eyes. Blue like blueberry pies. She wore it to the pie store and to the blueberry field down by the river and she followed the blue fin fish in the river to the bluegrass patch and into a little park with crooked yellow trees and got down to her knees and looked into the blue sky to see what she could she and she saw...
Great beginnings…I may use them as prompts…
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