If I wasn’t a badly paid writer, I would be a starving artist. Not that I’m that great at art (hence the starving part), but I really love to draw and paint and make a big old mess. A few years back I took a six month screen printing class and became totally obsessed with the clean lines of the art form. I even set up a screen printing studio in my basement and made everyone I know an Andy Warholesque print of their faces.
Then one day I was trying to screen print a drawing of train tracks and the lines just weren’t coming out straight enough. I wanted the thing to look hot of the presses of Stalingrad. Red, black and white with lines so straight they make a razor blade look crooked. Nothing was working. So I drove to the art store to see what sort of precision tool I could find to satiate my need for clean crisp lines.
The answer was not at the art store, but the hardware store. Electrical tape! I ended up making a four foot tall painting with electrical tape and was absolutely drooling at the precise cuts you could do with an X-Acto knife. I love Cold War propaganda art (the aesthetics, not the message), and my electrical tape feast was looking very much like something that would be embraced by the Red Army.
I haven’t done a project with the wonderful substance in a while, but today I spent the sunny day on my porch making an electrical tape telephone pole painting for Craig. Here’s hoping he has a love for art that could also be used to rewire the television. The essence of romance!