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Published: 2010-02-16 21:31:53 +0000 UTC; Views: 826; Favourites: 20; Downloads: 0
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2010

18" x 36"

Acrylic Mixed Media

This is for a show called Touchy Feely. The show is about people interacting with and touching the art. I plan to upload a diagram for the piece later in showing what I used in each of the seven areas. And yeah, for you color theorists, it is not a perfect spectrum. Just a name.

Do not pick your nose and touch the art work. And please use your hands...do not lick the art.
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Comments: 18

LorrieWhittington [2010-04-02 17:20:08 +0000 UTC]

Oh my gosh, Peggy..I fell in love with this. Fabulous painting, so much verve and life and excitingness..it pops!

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peggymintun In reply to LorrieWhittington [2010-04-04 01:31:43 +0000 UTC]

Thanks! I'm glad you like it!

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BluesMonk [2010-03-15 19:21:42 +0000 UTC]

Why not licking it?

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SethMaxwell [2010-02-18 21:30:34 +0000 UTC]

Very Jackson Pollock. I do enjoy art where you can actually touch it a bit and get a feel of the texture. Just seems to give it more depth and life to it

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mleiv [2010-02-18 20:18:47 +0000 UTC]

This is one of those paintings that just didn't come through in the thumbnail preview. When I clicked through, my jaw just dropped. The different textures fit each color so well: the crystal purple and the oceanic dark blue, the gold-brushed orange. My favorite part is the bronze area, top left. I *really* wanna touch that. Or move it around in the light anyway. The light blue one isn't working for me, though. Dunno, color/pattern just doesn't mesh with the others so well, and the little circles look weird. But maybe it works in person (true for everything I ever paint, anyway).

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peggymintun In reply to mleiv [2010-02-20 05:41:23 +0000 UTC]

I would have to agree with that section. It was not as well thought out as it could have been as far as being interesting to touch.

Thanks for checking it out!

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mleiv In reply to peggymintun [2010-02-21 21:29:29 +0000 UTC]

Meh. It still looks awesome. Myself, I ruin my paintings trying to fix all those tiny flaws that are inseparably part of a good texture piece. The last time I painted something, I spent four hours cutting off one section with an xacto and repainting it (with equally disappointing results... *sigh*). Better to spend that time making new paintings... And I love it when yours show up in my watch list!

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Pluto52 [2010-02-17 18:18:53 +0000 UTC]

Well done,congratulations!

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inkpigment [2010-02-17 02:10:59 +0000 UTC]

Wonderful I love the texture

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winklepickers [2010-02-16 22:03:30 +0000 UTC]

I love touching cloth. I always make clothes fall down in shops because I touch them. I find I appreciate better what they are.
When they sold cloth in rolls I loved going round to look and feel. Usually I got an allergic reaction to the dust too.

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peggymintun In reply to winklepickers [2010-02-17 00:49:27 +0000 UTC]

Love fabric, too. I use to design my own clothes when I was younger. My mother is an expert seamstress and could sew anything I wanted. So, we would go to the fabric store and hang out for hours.

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winklepickers In reply to peggymintun [2010-02-17 10:30:30 +0000 UTC]

Well that was like us. Mum always made our clothes and during WW2 she made us warm things from bigger garments. My mother-in-law made my husband a coat from a horse blanket once. That must have been rough wool.
Mum had never been taught to sew but had picked it up and was good too. She made my clothes until I started to refuse to wear them at 15/16.
Later I made them too.
Our fabric store is closed and there is only one left in the biggest town near us. Chinese garments are cheaper than anything you can make.

When I was 21, in the early 60's, I bought some pretty cloth in Oxford Street, London in a huge store. I was so pleased with it. It was for a summer dress. I copied one I found in the French magazine Elle, and sewed a lot of it by hand. It wasn't sexy, just fashionable with a sleeveless top that flopped down over the seam at the waist and a very full skirt. I was due to go to see my fiancΓ© here in France. When I arrived I found that my future mother-in-law didn't approve of the style of the dress or the cloth and I never dared wear it. She told me Elle magazine wasn't a good one to read and showed me some terrible alternatives which of course I never bought. I gave the dress to my sister who was delighted. I should have made a stand shouldn't I ?
She wore the same 50's style all her life and still does at 97.

I made my small children clothes and knitted jerseys. It was a creative activity as I often made my own pattern.
Then my daughter started refusing to wear what I made, so like my mother I stopped.
She can't knit or sew. The knowledge is lost!

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peggymintun In reply to winklepickers [2010-02-17 11:30:10 +0000 UTC]

I am not sure if the knowledge is lost here. I did sew for a bit when I was younger and my sisters sew a lot. There are times I would love to do it again. I appreciate the originality of it. Of course my mom made me into a complete snob about it...meaning I would have to get very good at it to be able to carry out my unique designs. We got to the point of buying the tissue paper and cutting our own patterns to make stuff. Looking back I am surprised I not only did not go to art school, but art school as a fashion design major.

My parents were WW2 children, too. It definitely teaches you something different about life.

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winklepickers In reply to peggymintun [2010-02-17 11:39:20 +0000 UTC]

Yes. Mum never threw away leftovers from dinner. She always ate them for her breakfast.
Dad made us turn off lights when we left a room and was mean with the telephone. He wasn't mean with other things.

Something funny.
As a very old man, about ten years ago, he told me that he saw a man using his mobile phone standing next to a telephone box. He was annoyed at it and didn't see the sense in it. Poor dad.

His favourite saying as he got old was " It's the end of the world... as we know it!"
Just think how life had changed from 1910 to 2003.

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peggymintun In reply to winklepickers [2010-02-17 14:54:03 +0000 UTC]

Yeah, my mom use to show me ration coupons. People here would freak out if they had they faced a ration. Rations would equal riots.
And just the hording of stuff...I mean it sort of fits in with recycling culture now. But, I think it was more my parents that nurtured the pack-rat in me.

Yeah, that is funny about the phones because it is such an intangible thing.

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winklepickers In reply to peggymintun [2010-02-17 17:18:04 +0000 UTC]

So your mum was British. I remember sweet coupons after the war. Sugar was scarce for a while.
The consumer society was yet to come. People's outlook was very different.
My mother-in-law still had a store of washing soap and sugar just before she went to a home last year.
Her husband collected hundreds of paper bags the bread came it. They were useless for anything else.

My mum died in the 70's and never had a phone at home. Neither did we then. Now we communicate by Skype and emails.

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peggymintun In reply to winklepickers [2010-02-17 18:19:22 +0000 UTC]

No, she is American. I guess they went through a period of rationing here during the war, too. I am pretty sure it was WW2 and not the Korean War. I should ask her. I also wonder if she kept those things. That would be something to have. Probably not though because she has thrown away tons of stuff through the years. We moved around a lot during my teenage years.

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winklepickers In reply to peggymintun [2010-02-17 18:42:52 +0000 UTC]

Parents should always throw many things out. The amount of belongings you have to sort through when they are gone is incredible even if they are tidy people. You always feel like keeping their possessions but they just accumulate.
In a way I was lucky. When Dad died we went over and had to remove everything from his rented flat. It was heart rending as many objects came from my youth, like the bread board Mum used to cut on. We weren't able to carry a lot here to France as we were travelling by train. So out it all went. Well we kept a little.
I wept a lot but now we aren't going to pass it all on to our children in turn. On the other hand we have kept some things that belonged to my in-laws.
Life is not always fair!

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