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Maker's Monday: Creepy Portraits

During the shelter at home, I've been finishing more project including these framed creepy 'family portraits.'
Supplies:
Metal Frames (these are vintage frames I found at an antique shop)
Alcohol Inks (I used Tim Holtz in Botanical, Orange Sunset, Teakwood, Gunmetal, Pitch Black, and Mushroom)
Tim Holtz Paper Dolls (I used dolls from a Halloween pack)
Scrapbook Paper (I used Tim Holtz paper from a Halloween stack)
Distress Marker in Black Soot
Distress Ink in Black Soot
Distress Spray Stain in Aged Mahogony
Duralar (or any other sheet of acetate)
Thick backer board (I used a piece of heavy backer board from Tim Holtz packaging)
Glue (I used Glossy Accents)

Tools:
Cotton Swabs
Paper Towel
Scissors

First, I washed both frames to remove any dust or grime and let them dry. I dripped on Botanical, Orange Sunset, and Teakwood alcohol inks on the frames and once dry, I rubbed on Gunmetal with a cotton swab. To make them more tarnished-looking, I swabbed on Pitch Black and let the frames dry.


Next, I fussy cut ovals from the scrapbook paper and dry fitted them into their respective frames. I edged each in the Distress Ink and then sprayed lightly with the Distress Spray Stain.



I used the ovals to cut out Duralar ovals and backer board ovals as well and set them aside.

I edged each Paper Doll with the Distress Marker and then glued them to their oval. Once dry, I cut any excess doll from the oval.

To give the Duralar an antiqued finish, I added drops of Mushroom alcohol ink and spread the ink with a cotton swab. Once dry, I added one more drop in the middle of each oval and blotted the fresh ink all over the Duralar with a piece of wadded-up paper towel to give a mottled effect.



Once those were dry, I placed them ink-side-down over their background and then slipped them into their frame.

I love how grungy and creepy they turned out!

Bonus: these are a pair I made last night that inspired today's make.




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