The grain in this old wood was so pronounced I was
disappointed the first pulls (while replicating the look of the grain) didn’t
give the feeling I was going for – that sense of nostalgia for a rural
landscape that is always at risk of disappearing.
I experimented building up layers of random colour, mostly using leftover mixed inks I had on hand.
I was so happy with the outcome. The fencing came from a local horse race track that was being torn down and I imagined all the paint and stain those boards had witnessed over the decades. I’m sure they weren’t the original fence but they had been in use a very long time.
I was so happy with the outcome. The fencing came from a local horse race track that was being torn down and I imagined all the paint and stain those boards had witnessed over the decades. I’m sure they weren’t the original fence but they had been in use a very long time.