Saturday, February 28, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I've been watching Random Notes daily for my Sweet Tweet journal entry, which I mailed at the last possible moment. It popped up, for sure, in my mailbox yesterday - the label fell off!! I had spent almost as much time on the envelope as the page so the postal carrier took pity on me and brought it back for an address.
I used this quote on one of the pages I made for the visual journaling workshop I recently completed (over but not abandoned!). And, since the theme was birds and sweet, I thought it fit rather nicely. I think we are all tempted to let a pesty nest start tangling in the do, now and again anyway. My favorite ways to disassemble the sorrow roost in whatever stage I manage to catch it, are making art, wandering through blogland and keeping in touch with people who use their time and talents to create projects like the journal this page will hopefully end up in - if it gets there in time.
Jane at Random Arts is one of my all-time favorites... pal, artist, shop owner, blogger... she has the kind of light that shines just when a dark moment threatens. I noticed, by the way, that she's hosting Michael deMeng again this year for a workshop that promises to be as breathtaking as last years' Morpheus Box/assemblage class I was lucky enough to attend. Oh, still my beating heart!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I ate red licorice and watched Sweet Home Alabama. Again. I love when Reese Witherspoon decks Candice Bergen. Anyway, about 30 minutes in, unable to prop open my eyes, I went to bed with a good book and promptly fell asleep.
But I was honored! I felt loved! My daughter made a poster-sized card wishing me a Happy Day and my son made me a Rice Krispie... treat. (I tinted it pink for visibility of the detail). Did he use a recipe? Heck no, in the spirit of a true creative, he poured, heated and stirred until it met with his satisfaction. And then we adorned it with Christmas sprinkles. My wonderful husband bought me a Moleskin sketch book and a watercolor pad, such treats for the artistic sweet tooth.
Then, last night, we wound up at a restaurant, my son and I played football with a straw wrapper, my daughter rolled her eyes while I picked apart the plot of the movie we'd seen (Confessions of a Shopaholic) my husband debated the dessert offerings... He and I noted what a genuinely pleasant time we were having - who cares that it was a routine Monday night? I'll take them whenever they fall into my lap.
However you celebrated I hope your weekend - and the coming days - are sweet and satisfying!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
I did this page the other day. It was the end of a long day spent iced in and I was really tired, and in a hurry. But so far, it's my favorite, though I haven't ventured very far from the yellow/gold base color that I've used on most all the pages.
There doesn't seem to be any way to predict this process, whether the images will be cohesive, if I'll like the way the pages look... I suppose that is the real beauty of doing this in the first place. To loosen up and let go, freedom from the over-thinking that rules most every area of my life.
So, now it's time to start the actual journaling part - writing on these pages? They seem sacrosanct, like doing a collage and then writing all over it. Obviously, after having struggled through this entire reverse process, I still have miles to go. Being a writer, this should be the easiest part. We'll see.