Not sure if this is how it all woks but I’m giving it a shot. I’m way late to the party but I have so inspired by all the wondeful work I’ve seen.
This is my first entry from Week one. Just collaged a bunch of stuff together and printed my photo on transparency. I can’t wait to get going on the rest of the weeks!
Thanks, Jenn
I apologize, I tried to upload this yesterday and for some reason it wouldn’t. This was my last spark for the third week’s prompt. I liked the cycle bunny trail. I had to journal on the changes of the seasons – how they flow together, but yet are different. Each having a purpose.
The journaling reflects the things that are unique to each season. These are the things that I look forward to, expect and associate with each season. The background is water colors that I find in those seasons. Fall is browns, oranges and yellows. Winter is full of blues, blacks, grays and, some white speckles Spring is full of green, pinks, yellows and blues. Summer is a vibrant hot orange, red and some and some blues. I tried to keep with the “wheel” and “cycle” theme by painting each section in circles. Again – I used a celadon ink pad to accent the edges and brush over the entire page at completion.
I wrote around the edges
There’s a Right Time for Everything. There’s an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth: right time for birth and another for death, A right time to plant and another to reap, right time to kill and another to heal, A right time to destroy and another to construct Ecc 3:1-3
Couldn’t answer this one so just played with ink and stamps. Printed and cut out words to mask background, ‘be, am, was, me’.
At first I had trouble with this week, but then while on a walk ideas just started flowing. I started thinking bout the “cycle of life.” I am adopted, so having my own children was a completion of a circle for me. My husband, being the oldest of four boys also found completion with having two beautiful girls. I found it interesting how we are unique as individuals, we came together, had two different children – each one having a little bit of each of us, but one favoring one of us. Nat a mini me, Ro a mini daddie. Two unique individuals, together complete a circle for four.
I attempted the painting technique and didn’t do quite bad on myself, but for some reason I made my husband look like a dork…. it was not intentional.
Water colored background with cyan ink pad for accents, around the outside the lyrics to “Circle of Life”.....
Or lack there of….. When I moved from Mi to Chicago I gave up a minimum of a 2 hr commute for a five minute walk to work. Now I walk everywhere. I do not drive – no wheels for me…. My shoes are my wheels. If I have my shades, Ipod, shoes and journal – I am set to travel!
Water colored background with cyan ink for accent and some sanding across paper for weathered look. Wandering journaling to mimic walking all over the city…..
Around the outside lyrics to the song “Walk On.”
Man I have been missing working on these. I have a room full of other stuff that needs to get done – but this is what I want to be doing. Cut this image out of a magazine awhile ago – love all the ways this single word can be taken too. I started with just the background and the image and then wanted to add more.
this page is about the incredibly fun time my husband and I had on our wedding night. I think you can read the journaling. TFL!
the background is a piece of fabric that i adhered with gel medium, and then painted over.
This is my first page and my first post. I used the prompt of ‘One’. This quote really speaks to me and I can relate to it a lot.
Setasilk on watercolour paper. Teesha Moore stamped image.
Thanks for looking.
A quick journal entry in honor of one of my favorite daily indulgences. To me, a coffee break is like a mini vacation. “A few minutes to myself with a bit of heaven in a cup. Ah, yes, this is my very favorite place to just be.”
For this week’s prompt—wheels—I started thinking of the of the ‘wheel of life’ and the ups and downs and how our days, our years come and go, come and go. My thoughts kept going back to the cycle of a year… 365 days… birthdays. My birthday. My 30th birthday.
Turning 30—the wheel of life won’t stop for me.
“So this it. This is 30. I suppose I should feel OLD and be depressed and start lying about my age. But I guess I don’t see the point. While I can’t say I’m overjoyed to be getting older, I can’t really say it feels like the end of the world either. Sure, I find myself reflecting back on my 30 years—gaging accomplishments, remembering mistakes, counting joys, adding up regrets. Looking at the sum of who I am today. Overall, I’ve had a good run thusfar. But if I had the chance to go back, are there things I would change? You betcha. I’ve made more than my fair share of goof-ups. But if there is one thing I hope to change in my next 30 years, it’s to stop beating myself up for the past. To live more in the moment without the burden of past fears or regrets to haunt me… Where do I go from here? Forward. A bit more wiser. A bit more aware. And hopefully a bit more forgiving of myself.”
The page includes a small pocket where I’ve added a few related quotes:
“Some people say you’re only as old as you feel. At the moment, how old does that make you?”
“It is never to late to be who you might have been.”—George Eliot
“Count your life by smiles, not tears. Count your age for friends, not years.”
“Age is just a number.”
