If you follow my blog, you’ll have seen this post about the community project I concocted for World Cyanotype Day. In case you missed that, here’s the opening blurb.
2020 is an especially unique year, one that highlights just how interconnected we are all. From one person to another, one house to another, one town to another: the connections branch and grow, reaching into every nook and cranny of this beautiful place we get to call home. Earth has been called the Blue Planet – blue sky, blue sea, blue the hue that the light of the sun turns the natural salts of a cyanotype when it’s placed outside beneath those stellar rays.
To celebrate World Cyanotype Day this year, I need a hand – LOTS of hands – and I would like for you, dear people of Round Rock, to lend them to me. On Saturday, September 26th, I will be making a large scale cyanotype collage at my home, but I won’t be alone: you will be there with me, represented by paper cutouts of your handprints, and whatever unique piece of you makes you feel connected to your community, to the world.
Well, guess what: WE DID IT!
YOU did it. YOU made this happen – all of you! Weeks of promoting the project on social media, with the valiant help of Round Rock Arts – special shoutout to Christina, for having all the necessary supplies at Downtowner Gallery and making sure everyone who entered left behind a handprint. HUGE thanks also to Create to Donate for the awesome blog post about this project. And even more mega thanks to all my family and friends, including all my Shootapalooza sisters (and brother!) who threw in by mail.
If you click on the Shootapalooza link, you’ll see a photo of the whopping humongous cyanotype that started this whole fun ball rolling, back in 2015.
The hands came in slowly at first, which was fine of course and what I had expected. I gave myself plenty of time to collect a few and do a test run, because I only had one good piece of fabric (ordered from the talented Linda Stemer at Blueprints on Fabric ). For the test, I used a plain old white flat sheet that I treated with cyanotype chemistry (hastily) and dried (poorly) in my garage. I don’t know how Linda manages coating the fabric she sells; I would love to be a fly on the wall in her shop because I can’t even coat a t-shirt without making a gigantic mess. But I digress.





















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