My love for marbling goes back more than 30 years. Lenny and I were living together on East 92nd Street, and we really needed money. I had learned about marbling before, so I bought some paper and cardboard and paint and string —and turned our little apartment into a book factory. I sold some of them to Pearl Paint, and Lenny sold the rest on the street. I can still remember him calling out to the passersby “Check ‘em out! The perfect Christmas gift! Handmade books! Check ‘em out!” I still have one of those books. See the first photograph above.
This is one of the things I love about art. I only wound up doing this because my package didn’t arrive. But now, thanks to that happy accident, I had lots of fun and can now consider marbling for my banner project. Plus, I got to recall distant, happy memories of that first year of romance with my husband.
I love marbling! Haven't done it for years, myself, either!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your story. & you love books too!
ReplyDeleteWhit, it is worth revisiting.
ReplyDelete...well Marge, my books were blank inside, not at all beautiful like yours.
ReplyDeleteYou're a productive worker bee. Lovely! I enjoyed the romantic story as well. Fun to picture two young people doing what needed to be done to get by.
ReplyDeleteI love this technique too! I've done it on fabric and it is so fun. Ahh the good old days..
ReplyDeleteLorie, what kind of fabric is suited for this technique? I would like to try this.
ReplyDeleteI used to marble on silk or for a lovely texture, rayon chalis however this was several decades. Thank you for posting, it too, reminds me of all the interesting techniques that brought much joy to my heart.
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