Technicolour Kit – Review

This summer, my husband got me the Technicolour Kit by Culture Hustle ($46.00 USD) (Stuart Semple’s art supply wing) and I’ve been dying to play with it. However, like so many of us, I never really felt I had anything that was “worth” playing with these supplies. I get it into my head that this notebook is too pretty to screw up, or these paints are too expensive to waste – and then they end up sitting until I decide I’m good enough.

I ended up with a spare practice canvas this weekend working on Dutch pours and finally decided, what the heck. Let’s do this.

I wanna preface this by saying that it will become quickly apparent as to why I ONLY do abstract and watercolors – I cannot draw to save my life. Also, this is obviously not a sponsored post, or a paid review or anything like that – I just buy art supplies and before I do, I always search out as many experiences as I can in order to make a good judgement so this is me contributing to that in hopes that it helps someone else!

The kit comes with three pieces – “Stick”, “Prysm” and a foam brush, reminiscent in shape and material of a beauty blender type sponge. I recommend watching the video that Stuart Semple put out to announce the product because it’s a great 101. The premise of the material is simple: brush a thin coat wherever you want the powder to go, let it dry to translucent and pat/push/brush the powder on with the enclosed sponge stick.

I remember watching it and thinking that it really reminded me of using holographic or chrome powders for nail art, something I’m very familiar with.

Below are some pictures of the process. You can see that I first taped the main area, then the smaller areas for my crystals that I was creating. The glue dried very quickly – much less than the 10 – 15 minutes recommended, but if you aren’t familiar with this type of glue, it won’t hurt you to wait until the time’s up so you don’t start powdering before the surface is ready.

The sponge is honestly worthless. The top part that attaches it isn’t long enough to give it a sturdy home, so it bends and warps and it’s like using a hot dog to apply this powder, tbh. It also ended up crumbling in parts, and I wasn’t brushing or rubbing vigorously. I was pushing the powder into the glue and moving onwards. I get that we’re not buying the kit for the brush, but if you’re gonna call it out like Semple did in his video and provide it as a tool to use, make it serviceable. That’s a pet peeve of mine. It’s like buying a makeup palette and they talk about the brush included that was specifically designed for use with these pigments and it turns out you can get a better one at Dollar General.

What about the pigment?

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Well, it’s not going to be opaque so don’t expect that. Holos work better on darker surfaces, so for the most intense reactions, you’ll want to use something much darker than what I used here. The powder has good staying power and it’s refractive, but (and I hate to say this) I have holo powders that are much more intense than this one for significantly less. I’m not sure if this has to do with Culture Hustle’s process or if the materials used for this are ecofriendly (such as with their not-glitter), but I wasn’t blown away, even accounting for the lighter colors.

I outlined everything in Blk 3.1 (I was part of the kickstarter backers that got caught at the very end when they had to reformulate due to exploding bottles). I believe that this helped a lot with the holo effect, giving it something to bounce off of.

Here’s a picture of the rainbow gradient I was able to get. The subtle color is about true to life for this one.

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None of the pictures have been put through filters or adjusted in any way. Holo is hard to capture with pro equipment, and I am just using an iPhone so keep that in mind. If I were to do this again, I’d block out the shape with a dark background, then apply the Prysm.

Overall, I wouldn’t say that this is a miss – if you think that you’ll use it in some applications. $46.00 is a lot of money for a supply that you don’t have a clear vision of use for. I do feel that CH has better supplies to use for like, artistic purposes.

It went great over acrylics, and I didn’t notice any degradation or damage to the paint underneath at all. What I’m planning on doing next is a head-to-head with some of my nail powders over a couple of blacks – the Blk 3.1, a mars and a carbon based black, just to see what the actual comparison is.

If you don’t have nail powders, or enjoy Culture Hustle’s products, then pick it up. I’d recommend picking up some sponge eyeshadow applicators as well and forgoing the applicator included in the kit.

Shift of Focus

I’m going to be adding my artwork to this blog in addition to my poetry. I’ve been pulling myself out of a depression over the past year, along with finishing up undergrad and starting grad school, so my writing has been slower to come out. The poem I posted today was the first thing in months that I actually felt good enough to publish.

The whole point of this blog for me was to just share my creative efforts, and I figure since I seem to be expanding that into more areas, I’d go ahead and share. All of you that follow are here for the poems, but I wanted to give a heads up in case you don’t want to see artwork.

I post a lot more of my WIP and finalized stuff on my instagram, @almillercreative , so if you are interested in that versus more of a rambling type thing alongside the paintings, feel free to follow over there!

In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the additions. I’ll keep posting poems as I go and I’m working on another chapbook currently, but no ETA or firm timelines on that one because I can’t handle that bandwidth.

Thanks everyone for your support, likes, etc – it means a lot to me, and I’m so grateful for your time as I’ve been silent for most of this year.

I almost made it the entire month before I realized

What time of the year it was
The leaves are just now starting to change
From vibrant summer green to
Muted violets and browns
The temperature remains in the seventies and eighties
Climbing into the nineties some days,
Forcing me to wear shorts much longer than I wanted to
Even though the nights dip into the 40’s or 50’s.

I was able to make it all the way through the equinox
Creating new pieces
Writing bits of new poems
Feeling empowered and beyond your reach
While the birds kept serenading my days in the yard
Even though our garden is full of rusted plants
Collapsing on themselves in the need of a seasonal rest.
Pumpkins and haybales decorate my stoop,
Blending it into all the other homes in our subdivision,
Covering up the past with the promise of a modern farmhouse future.

I leaned into Halloween for the fun of it this year
Instead of the relief that it provides in allowing me to disguise
Every single bit of me, obscuring what I was with what I am now.
I almost got away with it, except the wind still smells like dust
And rotten leaves
Like the ones that decorate your grave,
Hiding you in the warm comfort of the earth
Away from the annual celebration of how I finally
Painfully
Fearfully
Broke away from you for the last time.

The good news is, it doesn’t seem like climate change
Is going to end any time soon.
I might make it all the way to November next year.

i’m not sure what it says about me

that it took five years of marriage
before i stopped believing
that you loving me
was just another joke
set up by the girls watching
from behind the trees
so they could jump out and scream
“GOTCHA AGAIN YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT”
one more time.

But today
today i was able to believe it
wholeheartedly
down to the very darkest places
where i hide myself
wrapped up in the safety of my voices
wearing me out like a rosary
protecting me from the outside
and i opened the door a little,
letting the rays of light in,
feeling their ghosts dissolve
without worrying if the fading laughter
was a punchline to some whispered cruelty
that I’ll never know the set-up to.

the reason i’m so desperate

to be needed
is because being wanted
never lasts and
i wish i figured this out
about 100k in psych treatment ago.

i could have taken a trip
some far-flung destination
five star accommodation
in the heart of everything
a tourist could want,
so i could fire up my laptop
and spend the time watching
friday night dinner again.

sort of how my life is now
except more interesting
and aesthetically pleasing
for the Instagram grid.

It seems all my friends are posting

New year’s resolutions –
Less calories, weight
Less regret, judgement of others
Less alcohol, sugar, fat, carbs, meat
Less screen time, technology, ideals.

Even though I usually don’t fall into the hype
I find myself feeling like I should
But everything I consider isn’t less
It’s more –
More kindness to myself
More time with family and friends
More culture, movement, confidence

And while the trade-off is ultimately
an accumulation of less
It seems easier to embrace a positive
Rather than a negative.

There is nothing beautiful about me

Nothing that is unique anymore
I’m no longer an adventurer
driving across the desert in the dark
Wondering how I’ll get through the monsoon
If I should pull over under the overpass
Hoping to be spared while the rain floods into the road

I’m not waking up and watching the frost burn away
from the wheat fields in my backyards,
Like so many bonfires burning away
Everything holding on to me
Keeping me from turning to ash

I’m not the woman who was mysterious
Driving to Newport Beach
With the top down
Like so many Midwest dreams coming to life
Running into the waves crashing into the sand
Alongside my brother
While the sun drops down from the sky
Behind the edge of the world that I’ll never see again

Never again will I be brave enough
Wearing torn lingerie while the time warp
Plays across the screen
And I forget everything I hate about myself
For a few hours
Pretending life is wonderful
And worrying about where I’ll end up
Later that week

I’m not capable of going to concerts
Without a major anxiety attack
When I used to not be able to go
Without meeting the band
And I can’t spend time after two am
In some afterhours bar
With beautiful musicians
Playing beautiful sounds
While I sing along
Or honestly anything that used to spark
The magic inside me
And I wonder if I’m already dead
If I’m already a ghost and you
Are living as a widower
I’m not a woman anymore but just a shell
Formed out of regrets and anxieties
Covered in half-closed scars from piercings
Thin ribbons of scars from all the moments I knew too much
Damaged ends of bleach and a bloated
Makeup collection designed to cover up
The holes in my identity in this season’s
Glitter metallic silicon-based shadow

Everything that made me interesting
Is nothing but Facebook memories
From two years ago (delete this post)
Three years ago (delete this post)
Five years ago (delete this post)
Nine years ago (delete this post)
(Delete your account?)
(Delete your existence?)

(Maybe it’s time to go back to the doctor)