Different and Alike

Facing pages in one of my art journals..... or should I say "face-off pages"?    

The prompt was "altered faces" and this duo began with that intent, but evolved into a statement about our differences and similarities.  

We are drawn to each other because of our similarities but it is our differences we must learn to respect.

Fear

Pages from my visual journal.   Some thoughts about fear.
The right page incorporates painted paper woven into the page.  Left over pieces became the horizontal bands on the facing page.  

Zentangle

When the theme for our January art exchange was announced to be "Black and White," I immediately thought of drawing Zentangles.   The first one on gray paper with  white highlights and the second one in the traditional black and white with graphite shading.   

For anyone wanting to learn more about the art of creating Zentangles, here are some links:
http://www.zentangle.com/whats-new.php   this is the newsletter link.... go back into the archive newsletters to find instructions for individual patterns.
http://zentangle.blogspot.com/  this is the Zentangle blog.
That should be a start.  Remember, anything is possible one stroke at a time.

Notebook Journals

What does a book maker do with all of the papers left over from her projects?

Make Notebook Journals, of course!

I had a huge collection of paper accumulating by my cutting board and now most of it has been put to good use in these fun little books. 

They measure 4 x 6 and have a variety of papers for the pages. 

   

Tag, You're IT !

Journals with tags and hand painted covers have been the trend in my studio work lately.   I recently purchased a set of metal tags with words stamped onto them and at the time, didn't have a clue how they would be used.   One day after making a journal, I set the tag on the cover and thought it worked pretty well.  Thus began the series.  When the tags run out, I'll have to move on to the next adventure, but for now, it's all about the word:  Inspire, Wander, Journey, Imagine, etc.   

Hand painting and collaging the covers involves a variety of stenciling and stamping techniques.  Anything within reach becomes fair game to be covered with paint and pressed into the surface:  corrugated cardboard, sequin waste, rollers, bubble wrap, plastic cups, etc.   I try not to over think the process and allow it to be intuitive.   

The words on the tags seem ambiguous enough to take on a variety of meanings, and yet just right for establishing a theme for the book.
The "Philosophy Tags" are by Tim Holtz and available on his website. You will find a bunch of other cool stuff there too, and most of it is also available at larger art supply stores.
The hand painted, hand bound journals are available in my Etsy Store.

Number Please....

  I've been recalling the days when you picked up the telephone to hear an operator politely say "Number Please."  A real person on the other end, instant gratification and no waiting... someone just sitting there ready to help.  Simply speak a 4 digit number and the operator would connect you.  That's right, 4 digits.

   The telephone I grew up with as a child was an instrument of wonder, massive and imposing with a table of it's own.  When it rang, the whole house shook and everyone fell silent with anticipation to see who could be calling.  

  Party lines were shared among neighbors and on occasion you would pick up the phone to unexpectedly hear someone else's conversation and listen for a moment before carefully, guiltily returning the heavy receiver to it's cradle.  There was always a loud audible click in hanging up.

  When the rotary dial was put into use, the phone company gave out instructions advising folks how to use the thing.  You can see one of those public service messages (here).  Somewhere, an operator was displaced and "Number Please" became obsolete.   

  I can clearly recall the sound of the telephone of my childhood, and the one at my grandparent's house that had a different, more baritone ring.   Who knew this would be a sound I would someday miss?  

  I wonder what will the children of the present recall about the telephone?   

  These were the thoughts that inspired my visual journal pages for the month.  Above is my first version, and below is it's evil twin.  

And now, if you will excuse me, the phone is ringing.........

Return of the Centipede

 The centipede returns, marching across the cover of this hand painted journal.  I thought this little square book was finished and had set it aside, but the urge to add the critter to the cover kept nagging at me.
The pages of this book include a variety of interesting papers.  This will be a fun journal for someone to fill!  Available online at my Etsy store.

Painted Journals

Recent experiments with hand painted journal covers have been productive.  I have been using heavy recycled cover boards from discarded books and given them a new look with acrylic paints.  The painting technique involves starting with a background color and then adding a variety of colors with 'found object' stenciling.  Very fun to do and I like the playful results.  

The front and back covers are painted at the same time to allow continuity of colors, but they are each unique in all other respects.

Here is another color variation using a violet base color.

The pages are a variety of papers, including watercolor, heavy illustration and high quality text weight papers.   These would be perfect to use as visual journals.    

You can find a variety of hand made books like these in my Etsy shop.  

Journal Pages

 Zentangles with a poem by E.B. White.

The Spider's Web

The spider, dropping down from twig,

Unfolds a plan of her devising,

A thin premeditated rig

To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,

In cool descent and loyal hearted,

She spins a ladder to the place

From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do

In spider's web a truth discerning,

Attach one silken thread to you

For my returning.

Proceed with Curiosity

Journal pages, a bit on the creepy side for Halloween.  Sometimes questions are more important than the answers.

Look for the Gifts....

Journal Page.......

Look for the gifts wrapped inside the journey.  Keep Seeking.  Look for wisdom in unlikely places.  Trust that where you are right now is exactly where you are supposed to be and that the circumstances in your life are teaching you exactly what you need to know.

Gone Fishin'

Pages of my journal.....Fish swim across a background of paint and torn vintage papers.
The quote is one of my favorites:
"Many people go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it's not the fish they are really after."

Alphabet Soup

   My journal was open on the table and a lettering stencil was laying across the pages.    There was a can of black spray paint within reach...  
   Later, while reading a book, I came upon several quotes that wanted to be recorded and the closest thing at hand was this journal.... Serendipity happens.
   "Technological frenzy, if left unchecked will lead to a world wide ecological catastrophe."
   "It is human nature to believe that anything that seems possible should therefore be tried."
   "The unintended consequences of curiosity are that the creator's works become the public's problem"
   "The functional fact of life is that nothing lasts."
Dark thoughts on this October day.

Absurdity of Conduct

"Let the world know you as you are, not as you think you should be, because sooner or later, if you are posing, you will forget the pose.... and then where are you?  -Fanny Brice

"Almost all absurdity of conduct arises from the imitation of those whom we cannot resemble" -Samuel Johnson.
"Learn to be what you are and learn to resign with good grace all that you are not" -John Frederic Amiel.
 Three quotes that inspired this rather silly page in my visual journal.  The picture of the dog came from a piece of junk mail and I couldn't bear to throw it away without a bit of play first.

Holly Shrine

   Early on an autumn morning I visited the site of the 1959 plane crash that took the life of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, The Big Bopper, and pilot Roger Peterson.  The site is located in a cornfield near Clear Lake, Iowa.  You can park along the gravel road at the intersection of Gull and 315th and then walk the half mile path along the fence line to the permanent shrine that marks the spot.   There are a pair of giant black eyeglasses marking the trailhead.  Kind of goofy, but nice to know you are on the right path.
  For geocachers, this site is listed as a 'virtual geocache' called the "Holly Shrine"   The requirement to log this cache is a picture of yourself, including the shrine, so I packed my tripod and camera for the short hike.
   The shrine itself is made of stainless steel and marks the spot where the plane came to rest that night, crumpled up like a ball of paper, after rolling some 500 ft on impact.  The bodies of Holly and Valens had been found lying on the ground within 17 ft, and the Big Bopper's body was found across the fence in the field.  The pilot's body was encased in the plane wreckage.   It must have been a horrible sight for the law enforcement officers who discovered it.
  The ground around the shrine is covered with guitar picks and little trinkets that people have left there.  It's an eerie place, in spite of the fact that it's out in the open.
   On this October morning the corn was standing, ready for harvest, and there was a light frost on everything.  The sun had just come up and was shining at a hard angle, adding long shadows to the landscape.
   I set up my tripod, hit the timer and moved into the picture.  Just as the camera was about to go off I heard a loud rustling, saw movement off to one side and, a bit startled, looked to see what it was......   turned out to be birds in the cornfield, but it made for an interesting photo.  I think it captured the strange energy that was all about the place.