Two additional Arsenic bookmarks

As I wrote before I promised to make more Arsenic-related creations. I've enjoyed designing bookmarks a lot, so I decided to make another two of them to add to the set. Here they are:

I used photo references from old, damaged photos and postcards from ca. 1900-1930, authors and models are unfortunately probably dead by now. I've scanned old photos, retouched them and re-painted them using my Wacom Intuos 3 graphic tablet - the best tool with a pen to get ;) One of models of that old photos was of course a fabulous Maude Fealy (1883-1971), who firstly appeared in a silent film in 1911. It was so nice to retouch that old and damaged photo and then to paint it from a sketch to restore her beauty...

My unique retro bookmarks for Arsenic

The idea about Arsenic blog was crawling in my head for a long time and I was also thinking about giving it a personal touch, creating a website which won't be only a presentation of things I make during free time, but also a place which mark my spot in the Internet. That's why I thought up a retro style fitting to my concept. Of course not everything I create is retro, vintage or related to Fin de siècle (but other ideas I'll present further in process).

Inspirations, style, announcements

My beginnings are related to graphics and painting, especially digital art. I decided to use my skills in this matter to create new things, things with a soul. However I've never been occupied with photography, which is a domain of other members of my family. Many years ago I started my adventure with decoupage and aging household items, then I realized the number of blogs/websites/bulletins dedicated to those topics reaches hundreds, and maybe even thousands,... so perhaps it would be nice to go further? Maybe I should combine my graphic skills with techniques so popular recently? A watering-can or a bottle glued with napkins made me happy for a really short time, therefore major part of my decoupage miracles, that come out of my hands, I simply give to my family, leaving for myself...