I have always loved mosaics. There is something about breaking apart a picture into tiny pieces and putting it back together again that is fascinating to me. Well last Friday night I got my chance to try my own hand at making a mosaic. I was invited to go out with some friends to a place called Cafe Monet, where you can paint pottery or (as I was delighted to discover), make mosaics. And they happened to have this perfectly Valentine-y shape available.
I thumbed through a book to get an idea of what kind of inlay design I wanted to do. Of course I made my first time at this more difficult by coming up with a rather intricate pattern. Of course. That's how I roll. We were supposed to have dinner afterwards and it was nearing 8:00. I had run several miles that day and not eaten very much, still I was the last man standing and I am proud of how it turned out. What we artists will do in the name of creativity!
Now the only problem is I am not sure where to hang it.
I will tell you one thing. Mosaics are messy. Especially the grouting part. I saved that part to do at home, and it got everywhere. Be prepared to ruin a towel or too, and maybe even a kitchen utensil. And watch your kids around that grout like a hawk!