I roughed in the oriental rug this week. It was my Aunt Ouida's and has been in the family a long time, as they say. Threadbare in many places, but dear to me. I used to play on this rug and make up stories. The design was a kind of map. When I grew up and learned that many patterns were meant to evoke the gardens of paradise, it made perfect sense to me. I let the thin paint be rough, and scrubbed edges together with a palette knife instead of a brush to keep the coarse, warp/woof & thread feel.
Yesterday was all about the red drape. Astute viewers will see there is more specificity to the cards and the plaid backs are in place. Today I'm working on the stack of books.