I dreamt I was still in graduate school, or at least I was at the dreaded InHumanities Building in the 7th Floor Gallery. I was in an exhibition with other grad students, but I felt a bit funny about it because I felt out of it (like, 'cause I graduated already 14 years ago?). My paintings were similar to the way I painted 20 years ago, very figurative. Some of them felt unfinished, incomplete, yet I hung them anyway. There was a woman there who had created a large painting (maybe 5x6 feet) comprised of dried corncobs. It was very interesting--unique media, unique idea, good execution. I liked it, but being organic like that it wouldn't have much of a shelf-life, especially if she stored it in a barn.
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I think corn cobs are very tough, and if they were embossed in paint and kept dry they might last for centuries. There may be a lot of dried plant materials that could be used in paintings, and they may be almost a long lasting as wood.
Maybe, you might want to keep a look out for any interesting plant materials in our own back yard?
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