Tag: painting

Birthday Shirts!

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I’ve mentioned before how June is a busy month for birthdays around here. Well, we have two of them. Now that I think about it, that describes every month March through June. Anyway, I decided to make t-shirts for both birthday boys. One asked me for a Baymax shirt and the other was having a cooking party so I made him a cupcake shirt.

I used my contact paper masking method to create stnecils for some fabric spray paint. I made the basic picture using the paint, then added the details in a couple of different ways.

For the cupcake shirt, I went back in with some embroidery thread to create outlines and details.

The other one being a cartoon character, I thought drawn details would fit better with the style. For that I used my trusty Sharpie pens I found on my trip to the closing Office Depot.

They both turned out really well. Well enough to say definitively that the contact paper method really works for creating stencils for the spray paint. It just takes a lot of light coats of paint to prevent bleeding and pooling at the edges of the sticker.

Old Is New Again

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This bike started with the godparents’ oldest boy, then was handed down to the now-five-year-old who never really used it, and now has been passed to the just-yesterday-turned-two-year-old. It needed some love. So I took it apart,

cleaned it up and gave it a nice coat of paint. Not to mention de-rusted the bolts. Some of those things were so rusted I couldn’t budge them without about half a can of WD-40. (Well, the generic version of it from Ace Hardware.)

Anyway, I asked the birthday boy what colors to paint it. His response was “lellow” and “geen”, so here’s what it looks like now:

New, fluffy seat covered with weatherproofed cotton, clean bolts and sealed paint. Much more fun to get excited about riding than the old one.

Illustration Friday: Sight

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“Look Me In The Eye”, acrylic on canvas panel

I am obsessed with eyes, so the “Sight” prompt was right up my alley. Most of my “notes” from high school (let’s face it, they were mostly pages full of doodles) would stare back at me twenty times over. They are just my favorite thing to draw, perhaps because they are so expressive.