Through my son's baseball team, I met Deb, the owner of a brand new local coffee shop. As of two weeks ago, I became a barista at West Side Perk. Back in June, when the shop was about to open, Deb informed me that the shop would be featuring local artists' work and if I had anything to display, I should let her know. Which got me started working on small felt paintings this summer.
With my thoughts full of coffee, I made a brief sketch and then fleshed it out in detail in wool.
Then came the usual felting. Wet, soap, roll, rub. You know. But what I ended up with was far from pleasing. The wool wasn't evenly distributed so areas shrunk at different rates, the entire piece pulled awkwardly in different directions. I had a completely different being on my hands. Still vibrant and interesting, but not working as a single painting. I cut apart the pieces. I was thinking they could be a set of coasters, but the time and materials make them way too expensive even at wholesale pricing. Now I'm working on figuring out how to mount them individually. I'll keep them a set, but a set of four that can be rearranged however the lucky owner chooses. I'm calling it Four-Shot Rob, in honor of one of the regulars at the coffee shop. Guess why we call him that?