At The Tingology, the first rule of alcohol ink painting is this: you’re not really in charge. You drop ink on the page and it doesn’t just sit there—it runs, bursts, bleeds, flares. It’s like painting with wild magic, and instead of fighting it, you’re taught to work with it.
Forget stiff posture and perfect brushstrokes. This class is about movement—tilting tiles, blowing through straws, watching colors react like they’ve got their own personalities. It feels more like discovery than instruction.
It starts simple. One drop, then another. Add a splash of alcohol and boom—things bloom. But then come the deeper tricks: adding metallics, playing with heat, layering slow-drying inks to catch those soft, smoky transitions. Each experiment teaches you something new—about the medium and yourself.
Mistakes? They’re not really a thing here. That splotch? Maybe it becomes the heart of your piece. That accidental line? Add to it. This isn’t about fixing—it’s about flowing with the unexpected. The vibe is “embrace the mess” in the most satisfying way.
The studio hums with creativity. No pressure, but lots of curiosity. People trade tips, marvel at happy accidents, and laugh at their own surprises. Someone’s painting might look like storm clouds, someone else’s like a nebula—but everyone’s quietly amazed at what they’re creating.
By the end, you’re not just leaving with a painting—you’re leaving with proof that letting go sometimes leads to your best work. And maybe a few blue-stained fingertips to show for it.
This class isn’t about mastering ink. It’s about loosening your grip and finding something unexpectedly beautiful in the chaos.