It’s a cautionary tale.
I tend to jump right in and not think about chemistry (which I was pretty good at) when it comes to paints and shellac and all kinds of wet colorful things.
When I was first painting with acrylics, I took our RV to Southern California to hang out near my brother and paint in a retreat-like setting, with cats (two) and dogs (two, huge) in tow. He would come by with dinner a couple of times a week — amazing Chinese which could not be found ANYWHERE in Oregon.
I was at Zora’s Art Store in Santa Monica, and purchased a bit of Golden’s Stainless Steel. It was my first foray into adding materials to acrylic, and when I was back near Pasadena playing with my new toy, I wished I had bought the hematite and sand and a bigger tub of medium because I loved making glazes. The very next day I happened by a craft store, and hoped they carried Golden. No such luck, but I saw small vials of unusual metallic dust, and thought, “What the hell! I will make my own!”
I had several empty bottles of baby food (cat treats) and began mixing. I went to bed that night with two dogs and two cats beside me. At 3am I heard, “Pop! Pop!” Scared the hell out of me — sounded like a small gun. The cats went flying into the closet, and the dogs began barking fiercely. I walked into the “living room” and saw the culprit: my mixed jars were exploding, literally twisting the tops off the baby food jars! Metallic and smelly colored acrylic paint covered (thankfully) a canvas and a the window slates. I quickly popped the rest of the jars into a double paper bag then into a plastic trash bag, and spent the next few hours getting acrylic paint off the blinds.
Learned my lesson. Now I call Golden and ask the techies before I mix a batch of colorful jelly-jar bombs up, and read the MSDS and specs, and proceed cautiously.
I bet YOU thought I was going to show you my worst painting, right? Nope, into the trash they go! Below, a shimmery mermaid from those early years, when I painted very graphically, and my architect was still in charge . . . M is also for Mermaid!
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I’m sorry to laugh, but LOL at your adventure in your camper. A rude awakening and scary, no doubt, but as long as they turn out ok, they make the best stories to tell on yourself 🙂
Your mermaid is very seductive; if I was a short story writer, she would be the perfect prompt.
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Hah! I just read your Motorcycle story and cracked up!
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Yeah, we two could have been dangerous together back in the day. A combustible combination LOL
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My story involves a beachboy and a big pot of chili and being grounded . . .
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LOL Who was hotter – the beach boy or the chili?
My involves a testosterone laden townie and my barn and Mom searching for us frantically in the out buildings.
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The Chili! Maybe we ought to do a series on hot stories . . .
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That is so funny, well for us readers, you’re the one that had the cleanup. I think we all have had our share of big BOO-BOOs when it comes to trying something on our own because we can’t find the real thing. Now you will have to find out how to make it, with out exploding, and let us know! By the way, your mermaid is awesome!!! Have a great week and enjoy your vacation!!! Hugs, Rasz
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Thanks RAZ!
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