pigment-works

witchy DIY!

how to make your grimoire/BOS reflect your witchy aesthetic!

i was inspired by THIS video, so I wanted to take you guys through the steps of how I took my grimoire from this….

TO THIS!

i’ll also give you my tips and tricks upon trying it and figuring out what worked best!

ingredients:

you can honestly use whatever you have?  this is what i had, and it’s working WONDERFULLY.

  • sea salt (or any kind of salt, honestly.  it just needs to dissolve in the hot water)
  • rain, storm, lake, river, moon, tap water.  any kind of water will do, even if it’s tap.  it’s your INTENT that matters most.  i have storm water.
  • you can use scented oils to anoint the pages.  i did not, but i did use perfume after i was finished!
  • hot or boiling water.  i just ran my coffee pot without grounds and used the hot water.
  • black tea (must be black tea for pigment)
  • instant coffee.  instant works best because you aren’t adding extra water, and it won’t take away from the color opacity.
  • a tiny spray bottle.  you’re welcome to dip your pages but i wanted instant gratification so i used a small spray bottle
  • a blow dryer (or the sun if you’ve got the time)
  • any music that makes you feel super witchy!

first you’ll need a grimoire.  i am using a sketchbook that i purchased from barnes and noble, but it also works with sketch books purchased from walmart!  the grimoire i’m working from now is walmart and i tried it and this process works just fine.  you don’t need a fancy expensive sketchbook!

you can bless or charge the water with your intent.  i just let my ingredients do the talking for me because i don’t have a lot of spoons today.  this can be a whole ritual if you choose!

STEP ONE:  steep your tea in your hot water.  add the salt and the storm water if you have it.  the trick is that we want the water super pigmented so it dyes our paper.  use more instant coffee than you think you need.  the coffee gives our grimoire energy, but it also gives us our PIGMENT.  try different amounts!  use more or less.  randomization is key.

STEP TWO:  i sprayed the OUTSIDE EDGES of my grimoire first.  you don’t need to dry this with a blowdryer, as you’ll do that when you dry the pages.

STEP THREE:  spray your grimoire!!!  i sprayed pages individually!  i focused on the corners and outside edges, and also the binding.  spraying the binding creates a super cool effect!  i was doing four or five pages at once.  i found that if you spray multiple pages and shut the book, the tea and coffee mix with the paper in a super cool way and creates awesome effects when you dry them.  each page comes to life with individual wrinkles and patterns.

I found that spraying the center of the pages on the left and the outsides of the pages on the right gave me beautiful effects.  try it whichever way you like!

I also drew some sigils for protection and some pentagrams on some pages before I dried them.  They did not stay that way when i turned the page and dried them but the intent is still there!

I also noticed that wetting several pages at once and folding them over on each other also created some beautiful designs.  This project is imbued 

STEP FOUR:  dry your pages!!!  i literally turned my blowdryer on high and got to business.  doing more than four pages at once gets a little complicated, so do what works for you.  do one or do them all!  it’s up to you.

final product!

You’ll get a pretty fat book so I recommend saving and extra liquid (it’ll keep about a week in the fridge, or you can freeze it for longer) or just make more the next time you need new pages.

Enjoy your new grimoire :)

RRL & Co. Slim-Fit Distressed Jean. Part of the Speed on Salt Fall 2015 collection.
1960s-inspired jean made from 13.4 oz. Japanese denim. Cut for a slim fit. High-contrast whiskering, repairs and hand-splattered pigments for a worked-in look. Five-pocket styling with authentic washers and rivets. “RRL”-embroidered selvedge coin pocket. Heavy twill pocket linings. Leather “RRL”-debossed logo label at the back right waist.

Port Wine Stain; Most often occurring on the head and face, these marks are the result of malformed blood vessels. They are present at birth and last the persons whole life, growing with them as time goes on; they are usually harmless to the persons health.

Vitiligo; Caused by the death or loss of function of pigment-producing cells in the skin, vitiligo results in the gradual loss of pigmentation of the skin over time. There are many types of vitiligo patterns, but patches usually occur symmetrically and on joints and points of impact, like the hands, elbows, and face. Vitiligo can occur on people of any race. 

Freckles; Most commonly found in fair-skinned people, freckles are caused by over-active pigment-producing cells, which leads to small areas of over pigmentation. Exposure to sunlight makes the pigment cells work even harder, so freckles can get darker when exposed to sunlight. 

Albinism;  True albinism is the result of a genetic disorder that causes the cells of the body to be unable to produce melanin (skin pigment). In many cases, albinism is linked to various eye problems, but otherwise has no ill effects (other than susceptibility to UV radiation from the sun!). In small animals, albinism causes their eyes to be red due to visibility of blood vessels; in humans, the eyes don’t always lack colour, but can appear pale blue, red, or even purple!

Mongolian Spots; Named as such because they are most common in people of Asian, Oceanic, and Native American descent, these spots are caused by pigment-producing cells being trapped deeper than normal below the skin. They usually manifest on the lower half of the body, and usually don’t last past childhood. They really do appear blue, though!! 

an update of this old post, which is almost two years old! I’ve improved a lot, and hopefully this new version can start making the rounds, instead of the old version. This one is much better, isn’t it? 

The Painter’s Room (redone)

A thick line of colour rolls down the outstretched digit; a purple trail left as the paint makes its way down the artist’s nimble finger. The hue staining his index finger only accounts for a fraction of the colourant that has found its way onto his body; weaved itself into his curly dark hair; stained his fair skin with vibrant hues.

A canvas rests in front of the man, exhibiting innumerable shades. The sharp white hidden under strokes of striking pigments. The inner workings of his mind translated into sharp emeralds and flowing cerulean, angry reds mingle with regal plums to create the captivating piece.

A murky jar rests beside the man, dried up paint adding to the grungy aura of the water-filled glass. Sporadically, a hand is brought to the jar; a paint brush plunged into the dyed water and the contents of the brush unhinging themselves from the bristles.  

The same brush is than blotted briefly before it soaks up another dollop of a new colour to bring to the aesthetic of the creation. Flecks of paint continue to fly around the messy room, their hues adding to an unconventionally decorated effect.

As the hours stretch on, and the light from the nearby window fades into a golden shimmery illumination, the man steps away from the easel and examines his final product. He stares at the piece for a few moments before leaving it to dry, the sharp aroma of the acrylics hanging thick in the twilight air.

He exist the brick-walled room, splashes of innumerable colours decorating his smooth, pale skin. The evening sun continues to push in; one stray beam created by a fracture in the otherwise smooth glass illuminates his daubed freckles.

Another window provides entrance to the careless scene left behind by the painter. Dripping brushes lay on the stout wood stool. A lazy concoction of colours sits in the aforementioned glass jar not far from the brushes. The dirty water swirls slowly, light soaking into its murky grey hue.

The golden twilight glow finishes the thick feeling of home that plasters every inch of the artist’s humble abode. From the white trimmed, arced windows set high in the rusty clay blocks, to the silver tap in the far corner, small drops of water echoing as they hit the matching silver basin beneath it; the painters room is far more than just four walls splattered with paint.

The Painter's Room

A thick line of the colouring rolls down the outstretched digit; a purple trail left as the paint makes its way down the artists nimble finger. The purple on his index finger only accounts for a fraction of the colourant that has found its way onto his body; weaved itself into his curly dark hair; stained his fair skin with vibrant hues.

A canvas rests in front of the man, exhibiting innumerable shades. The sharp white covered throughly by striking pigments. The inner workings of his mind being translated into sharp emeralds and flowing ceruleans, angry reds mingle with the regal plums to create the captivating piece.

A murky jar rests beside the man, dried up paint adding to the grungy aura of the water-filled glass. Sporadically, a hand is brought to the jar; a paint brush plunged into the dyed water and the contents of the brush unhinging themselves from the bristles.

The same brush is than blotted briefly before it soaks up another glob of paint to bring to add to the aesthetic of the creation. Flecks of paint continue to fly around the messy room, their hues adding an unconventional decorated effect.

As the hours stretch on and the light from the nearby window fades into a golden shimmery illumination, the man steps away from the easel and examines his final product. He stares at the piece for a few moments before leaving it to dry, the sharp aroma of the acrylics hanging thick in the air.

He exist the brick-lined room, splashes of innumerable colours decorating his pale exterior. The evening sun continues to push in; one stray beam created by a fracture in the otherwise smooth glass illuminates his daubed freckles.

Another window provides entrance to the careless scene left behind by the painter. Dripping brushes lay on the stout wood stool. A lazy concoction of colours sits in the aforementioned glass jar not far from the brushes. The dirty water swirls slowly, light soaking into its dull hue.

The golden twilight glow finishes the thick feeling of home that plasters every inch of the artist’s humble abode. From the cracking brick wall with the white trimmed arced windows set in the rusty clay blocks to the silver tap in the far corner, small drops of water echoing as they hit the matching silver basin beneath it; the painters room is far more than just four walls splattered with paint.