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At the back of our property we have a bunch of beauty berry plants growing along the fence. Most on our neighbor's side of the fence, but a few lean over on our side. I needed an art medium that I'd never used for my daily creative prompt, so I decided to gather some and use them to stain some paper.

I found out our neighbor is practicing his swing again, too. If I had a nickel for every golf ball he's landed on our property . . .

I don't want to get into creating liquid eco dyes just yet, so I decided to crush them on a piece of water color paper to see what colors I'd get. Violet, right?

Nope. The insides of the berries are a light beige.

End result. Not very exciting, but definitely a new-to-me medium.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I remember reading someone made a dye from beautyberries but I think all she got was a light pink color.
If you come across elderberry that should produce a rustic rose color on wool. Wear gloves when you pick elderberry though. That stuff will turn your hands purple with the slightest squeeze.
Maria Zannini said…
Duh. That was me above.
nightsmusic said…
That would be a huge disappointment to me.

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