From Discarded to Deliberate Ripples
These began as gel plate experiments and at the end of my printmaking session, I set them aside in my pile of “to visit later.” They were something, just not quite what I considered “complete.” And so they sat in my drawer for months until this past weekend, when I chanced upon them while looking for some gold leaf for another project.
I didn’t have a plan to “transform” them when I took them out … but my fingers needed to move and these were discards anyway. So, without hesitation, I let them slide and spot and roll and swipe until a soft flower emerged — its petals shaped by the curve of my pinkie, its leaves a torn corner of another painting, just the right shades of green.
Each one went somewhere different. None of them match exactly.
They went from being unknown, uncared for, “unusable” to a series of dancing roses filled with love, hope and kindness.
The urge to make, to share, to birth something anew creates this magic. There is no prescribed rhythm to it nor is there a promised cadence. The energy of that morning can never be replicated exactly, just like these six mixed media tokens. They’re one of a kind. A set that came into being separately yet together. A moment in time that is ready to be passed from my hands into yours.
Keep one for yourself. Write a name on the back of the others — just a name, or a date, or nothing at all — and gift the others to someone who needs a reminder of how special they are.
The complete set is here, if it’s calling to you.

