Even though these rocks were recently painted, when they got finished they become past. We always draw from our past experiences in order to create what is to come.This idea begs to question,"What value is it ,when we attempt to maintain and control our future by relying on our past experiences?" Must synapsis be formed and left to die without any hope of reformation? Things live on, or they don't.Without getting too philosophical, suffice to say that things will transform but the Spirit lives on.That's what I love about painting rocks.History will repeat itself, until it doesn't.
Trips to the beach to collect rocks that are carefully chosen to be decorated or adorned,are a natural high. The ocean tumbles most rocks into smooth,mostly symetrical shapes.Every rock seems to have it's own personality after having been around for ions. Occasional dimples or sharp edges get worn down over time,and what remains of the basalt ( which are the main type of rock I use to paint ) is a quasi-absorbent surface that acrylic paint takes to very easily.
The designs come from ideas about what will fit the rock. Base colors of black or white, then metallics, puff paint, sparkles, crackles, resin and invisible ink will follow. Occasionally, the dots of a fluorescent gel pen will be used to add little flourishes. No two rocks are the same, although designs have been repeated that have been proven to be successful.
