I'm Chia Wald and this is my blog. Here is where I share my thoughts and my art. Sometimes it is good, sometimes it isn't. That's life... and that's me. 
You’ve probably heard about the bull in the china store and all the mess that made, right? Well, let me introduce you to the bull that ran into a paint making factory. I realized moments after I started to paint that I didn’t really know where I was headed with this project so I can’t really say if I ever got there. It was a fun trip though, so I don’t really care too much about the destination.
It was a blank canvas just waiting for the fun and excitement.
The girls showed up and the paint brushes started to fly.
Hey, wait just one brush stroking minute! That is not paint!
And that’s not one of the girls! We had a special visitor today, Mike Putman of Jack and Cat Curio. How cool is that, a play day with Mike!
Billie, dear, you know I love you, but, THAT is not a paint brush in your hand and I am quite sure that I said we would be PAINTING the bulls today. Geeze, doesn’t anyone listen to me anymore?
Apparently they don’t.
Well, I guess I’m the only one who feels like painting.
Bless your heart, Billie! Is that a paintbrush I see in your hand? Someone was listening after all. I feel so much better now. You don’t know how life shaking it was to think that no one was listening to me. I have a very delicate ego, you know.
Knowing that Billie has my back makes it much easier to accept the rebels in the room.
OK, all joking aside, isn’t it wonderful how four people can come together with one loose plan and the same blank canvas and manage to take the same journey while sticking to four different paths? I love that each person was able to make the bull their own.
I don’t think any of the bulls are totally done yet but this is how far we got today. Looking good girls, and guy. Looking good.
Stumble it!
10 responses so far ↓
1 Billie // May 8, 2009 at 5:18 pm
This was a fun day and all the bulls did take on a personality of their own. By the way, since my hubby grew up with as a rancher I asked about the herd of bulls and most bulls become steers at a very early age you have heard of “Rocky Mountain Oysters” haven’t you? Anyway the lucky ones who get to remain bulls usually have a herd of cattle to themselves or may share with one other bull so there are no problems!
2 Wendy // May 9, 2009 at 7:11 am
I think we’re missing a bull; there’s only three final glamour shots. One guy must have strayed out of the pasture. On the pearlized bull, what kind of paint is creating those amazingly brilliant transparent colors?
3 chia // May 9, 2009 at 7:53 am
Wendy, What you see is what you get. Bull number four got no further than the white paper covering. I”ll ask Billie what she was using on her bull. I was intent on trying to figure out my own and didn’t pay that much attention to her work.
4 Wendy // May 9, 2009 at 11:49 am
That fourth bull must have gotten distracted by something on the other side of the fence!
5 jennifer@mysticpaper.com // May 9, 2009 at 8:35 pm
I am loving those steer! It looks like you all had fun. I saw Mr. P’s finished bull…very cool. And that Billie! Does she need adult supervision at all times?
6 chia // May 9, 2009 at 10:10 pm
She’s a wild one Jennifer, that’s why I always make her sit next to me where I can keep my eye on her! LOL
7 chia // May 10, 2009 at 6:57 pm
I realized where I was heading with my bill. I had a need for boldness and vibrancy. I’ve gotten that out of my system now and am headed in a new direction. That’s all I’m going to say right now but keep your eye out for Mr. Bull next Friday to see the finished piece.
8 shelly // May 11, 2009 at 9:41 pm
This project looks like so much fun. I can’t wait to see the final results. I love seeing what different people can come up with from the same basic item.
9 chia // May 11, 2009 at 10:23 pm
Shelly, I’ve enjoyed this project even more than I thought I would. Who knew?
10 Makeover // May 15, 2009 at 7:51 pm
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