Mind Games: GPP Crusade 54 !!

As mentioned in the previous post, it's time for me to mix up my own colors AFTER coming up with names for them.  I love this idea!  I'm a words and color person.  Words and Colors.  I'm so excited writing that, I may just have to go now.

Have a nice weekend!

Oh, wait... I can't leave--I'm so happy with my colors I have to share them!

Now you just sit yourself down there and order something colorful to drink (I'm all up in a frosty glass of milk right now).  And while you're waiting to tip your server, pick up this action I'm laying down.  Woot!

Over at Michelle Ward's Street Team, we've been having a relaxing summer reviewing our color choices and making new ones.  I haven't had this much fun since Lance Armstrong sent me one of his bracelets (he gets tired of things really quickly).

Our task this month, if you're too parched to follow the link I gave you earlier, is to play a game of colors with yourself.  Think of a phrase or term that you love, a lyric from a song or a poem or a film or a wrapper you found sticking to the bottom of your waste receptical... and make a unique, all-yours, color out of that word/phrase/lyric/verse/wrapper/insult/someone else's password, etc.

So, here be my deal.  Firstly, I love me some good wordage.  Second of all, I write my letters down so I don't forget their asses.  Here are my words/letters and their asses:

HUH?!  You're not going to get this kind of variety on TLC's new show 'Master of Monotony'.  Oh. No.

Here's the outcome of this whole endeavor!

The first term I wanted to work with was Lachrymose Joe.  I don't know why I love that so much, but I told an ex-friend to name her first baby that, and... well... we know where that went.  However, I feel that I didn't do it justice, here.  I was going to keep working on it

((You, there!  Wake UP.))

but I figured this is only an hour post.  So, here's Lachrymose Joe.

What I did, y'all, is that I put down some deep ultramarine, and while wet I let some black drip down it (like tears, doncha know).  Before the black was completely dried, I wiped it off with a baby wipe.  Now.  This isn't technically a color, it's actually a pattern.  So I felt I didn't really do what she told me to do.  I took a time out, with the usual screaming and whining and slapping.

Then, I made Vermicious Knid.  Which is always one of my favorite terms, from either Charlie and the Chocolate Factory or Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, or maybe I channeled it from Knidworld.  In any case, this is more of a pattern, as well:

This is purple, with tan on some cardboard and then criss-crossed.  Now, I could cover an entire surface with these two patterns, making them, effectively, colors.  However, I was still giving myself a C-to-the-D.

Then I picked out four other terms from my written memos-to-self, and, in rapid succession, made these:

Summer Barbeque, because I'm trying to use more reds in my work and when I think of barbeques, I think of red peppers, bbq sauce, hot spices, and regret.  This is a layer of red, when damp brushed over with grey, when damp brushed over with yellow, then brushed again with red.

Mellifluidity, which is not a word, but which I like so it is.  And it makes me think of water, flowing, flowing water, and the sounds of wind through tall grass.  This is a flat brush tipped half-half in turquoise and lime green, then brushed over about three layers' worth.

Wedding Reception, which to me feels like pink and Bavarian cream and flowers and sparkles (I put some Stickles glitter glue in this) and also too much dancing on weak ankles.  This is a layer of magenta, when damp brushed over with metallic silver, then glitter glue, then when damp brushed with titanium buff, then while damp brushed over with a mix of magenta, white, and glitter.

In Like Flint.  Which I don't even know is the right phrase, because the title of the movie may be In Like Flinn, but I think it's Flint and no matter what it is, I like the word flint and I tried to make it metallic and sparkly by using slate gray, black, and Stickles glitter glue, even though flint may not be sparkly, but I think it is.

And if I can't order my own reality, people, then what's the point of being the leader of the free world?

Thank you.


Next up:  Chris impeaches herself.