when i was a kid, there was this old jar of tack nails in my pop's basement. it had an old faded label that was illegible and a red top. i was always fascinated with it. i would work on my little projects and always refrain from using these, knowing that one day there would be an idea worthy of it's use. eventually i forgot about the bottle and it remained in the workshop untouched.
the other day i was piecing together some spreader bars for a canvas that i was working on and my staple gun had run dry. it was getting late and i really wanted to get moving on this piece that i was working on. i asked my dad if he had any extra staples laying around. he broke the news that i was shit outta luck. i rifled through his workshop and there she was - just as i had left her last. i popped the jar open, grabbed the canvas stretcher and got to work. no fancy staple guns, just a hammer and tack nails.
shortly after, the canvas was ready to go and it was time for the frame to be cut, assembled and painted. i decided to use black enamel on the molding and sealed it with acrylic gel medium for sheen. seen below is the final product. i had successfully used some more of my old man's building supplies - i'm sure i'll hear about this really soon -
Thursday, June 05, 2008
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:) coooool. reminds me of the time i stumbled out of the basement after having sneaked a snack of my great grandmothers mason jar cherries. i was seven, they were brandied (and aged)... and it wasn't long till my little secret became obvious ;)
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