My father in law recently gave me some big sheets of vintage watercolour paper. He’s always trying to give me stuff. Through the years I’ve realized he does this as a way to show his love, but he also wants his stuff to go to a good home. He’s a wonderful guy and I love him.
Around the same time I received the paper, I was going through a challenging time in my life, and felt I was suffering more than my fair share of life’s “slings and arrows.” The experience was tough, but later I realized I was much better off having gone through it.
I had the paper for quite some time before I figured out what to do with it. I wondered what would happen if I put it through some tough times. I wanted to see what it would look like after ripping, cutting, wadding up and generally distressing it. I found it became even more interesting and beautiful when distressed and injured.