I did it; I finished my soil painting as part of my First Oath. It’s not a phenomenal piece of art, let me tell you, but it was FUN. After I got started, I couldn’t stop. This is the first one I’ve ever done, and it certainly doesn’t compare with the beauty and complexity of the Tibetan Buddhists who make this art form a way of life, but, I can understand why they do it.
I discovered how to modulate the flow of the sand, I discovered where I made mistakes, like, making it way too complex and small for the plastic straw I was using to place the sand. I wound up having to ‘fill in the negative spaces’ instead of filling in the knotwork. Also, since I was using soil from my garden, I could only fill in one tone, because my soil didn’t have enough of a colour difference to really show up well. I was, in the end, content with my first effort.
I LOVED it. It was FUN, FUN, FUN. Did I mention it was fun?
Here’s a picture of the under drawing I did. It was a pencil drawing with a 9B pencil on cardboard, slightly larger than dinner-plate size; and the Gaelic and English around the sides are part of my Oath and a Gaelic blessing of journey that is also around the sides of my drum:
My soil painting underdrawing
And here’s a picture of the finished piece:
My Finished Soil Painting