This is a cover on good old chipboard that I scored for free when all teachers got packets encased in chipboard. I asked everyone for theirs & they were so generous. I have quite a large supply.
What is it that makes materials gleaned in this way extra special? I love the word "Glean". There was a brilliant French movie about "Gleaners". Les Glaneurs et la Glaneuse, 2000.
I preserved lemons in salt & let them brew for 3 weeks. Finally used them last evening in Moraccan Chicken with Olives. What a taste sensation! Totally new!
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
Journal Cover 3
I broke down & bought new accessories for journal covers. Tim Holtz makes stuff I don't mind using like the arrow spinner on this cover. I also bought some of his tissue music note tape which you see on the back cover. Its fun!
I am timid about pain. Its been a constant in my life since 2008. There have been brief interludes of absence of pain & for that I am grateful. At this point I have very little pain having taken care of those things that were the cause. So when I feel pain I over react & become on the edge of terror. Its important to remember I will be okay.
I saw that movie about Roger Ebert, Life Itself, & didn't like it. I couldn't help thinking, "whats the point of such life extension?" It was too painful to watch. Valiant? I'm not sure. Not for me I guess.
I am timid about pain. Its been a constant in my life since 2008. There have been brief interludes of absence of pain & for that I am grateful. At this point I have very little pain having taken care of those things that were the cause. So when I feel pain I over react & become on the edge of terror. Its important to remember I will be okay.
I saw that movie about Roger Ebert, Life Itself, & didn't like it. I couldn't help thinking, "whats the point of such life extension?" It was too painful to watch. Valiant? I'm not sure. Not for me I guess.
Labels:
artistic process,
book making,
journal,
making things
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Swings Journal Cover
Standing on the swing pumping like crazy to go higher, higher. It felt a little dangerous. How curious at 63 I can still imagine that little stomach jump & the rush of wind as I fly down backward after the up-swing.
Left is cover, right is back.
I have a lot of stamps & sorted them by color into a stamp collector's notebook. It is a delicious thing!
Tracing out fish today on painted plywood. Getting ready for the mosaic re-visitation. I'll let you know how it goes.
I am excited!
Left is cover, right is back.
I have a lot of stamps & sorted them by color into a stamp collector's notebook. It is a delicious thing!
Tracing out fish today on painted plywood. Getting ready for the mosaic re-visitation. I'll let you know how it goes.
I am excited!
Labels:
artistic process,
book making,
journal,
making things,
stamps
Saturday, June 27, 2015
New Journal Covers!
On the left is the back cover & one the right is the front cover. I have been steadily making journal covers & was surprised at my tall stack. Its time to bind pages within.
This set is made of very thin single ply cardboard that is quite wonderful in color & texture. I will spiral bind with 1 inch coil.
I am re-visiting my love affair with FISH SHAPES. You see the new stencil from transparency sheets that no one uses anymore? Well, maybe we do.....
Labels:
artistic process,
book making,
journal,
making things
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Coping Tools for Not
Belonging
Studio.
Making. Husband. Sister. Dogs. Music. Home.
These
are the things I depend on to enrich my day. I don’t fit into my job world very
well at all. It seems like everyone else has gotten the script and knows how to
navigate. Like a deer in the headlights I continually feel stunned.
Out
of place.
There
is no one to talk to about how the 2 images I found that morning make my soul
dance.
There
is no one at school to share the beauty of the frog skeleton that I found.
The
loneliness makes me feel like an alien.
The
repetition of days and weeks make me feel like a lunatic in a straitjacket. I
fear over my continual exhaustion, but I think that I am suffering from the job
that I do and the world that it’s done in.
BUT.
The
job has kept me safe. It’s kept me in house and security and independence. I
have developed coping skills to pay back what is leeched from me. I used to
think it had to be people but lacking the skills necessary or even the interest,
at this time, it is not.
I
need to make. That is the end of every sentence. I am so happy about it! For most
of my life I thought it was totally secondary. Now after a lifetime I find out
it is primary. Now a whole world opens each time I engage in making. Struggles, failures, disappointments. All of it marvelous and magical.
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