My definition of this word came to me really quick. I’m forever telling my husband, “I need a break”. LOL! So I created my own “definition” of the word on the page to explain what the word means to me. The page is pretty simple. I created the background using alcohol inks and a metallic marker. I also added a strip of metal across the top of the page as well.
This says “Little Firestarter: They should have known better than to make her mad” and she is saying “Oops” The top photo transfer reads Peace at the bottom. I guess it’s about little girls appearing fragile or delicate when people underestimate them. Besides, who wouldn’t want to be Carrie??
My scanner bit the dust this week so I had to take photos of my pages. I can’t seem to adjust it so the pictures come out light enough so this is only one of my spreads. This is a continuation on the home theme. The writing says “Dance with reckless abandon” and “Dance in the moonlight under the midnight stars. A comet travelling at the speed of light will bring me to you.”
Working steadily I have completed week 4. I started this page as just a watercolor painting of our house an pasted some magazine flowers on the sides and used my fern stamp. And then it all stopped.
It came to me while I was driving, I could scan the background in and add what I wanted digitaly. OK that made sense. So I scanned it in, put a color overlay on it, found a picture of a window on the internet, added a family picture, added a couple of brushes, threw a tilized filter on it and added the journaling and HEY it looks like I finaly have completed a real looking art journal page.
My question now is how do I get this entry into my bound art journal. I have thought about pockets or maybe sewing it in. Comments and ideas are appreciated here.
This is so much fun, the fact that you are not limited to anything, digital or paper. Sometimes I forget.
I’m grinning. It’s my Birthday. Really!
And I just got this to the screen, fresh from the scanner, fresh on the page.
I had a really chewy week with this one – alliance.
Brewed it all week and finally found my way to wrestle it to the page. I worked with a big bunch of quotes, and have put them in a sequence that mirrors allsorts for me, and I hope for you too…
Played with the paperdoll thing, for the pic – and it took off, so to speak, with the swans and cups of tea… The pics fold out to reveal the words. I may also write some more words there, later.
Friendship is vitally important in my Life, and community is an intense Dream that will not let me get too sleepy.
I’ve lost many formerly close pals over the last few years, not to Death, but to Life – we grew, and the seasons of our friendships shifted.
Some of the quotes I found helped me make peace with that – something I worried about sharing, but which of course happens to us all, sometimes. Shamebusters’r’us…
Thank you for reading, for looking.
(And…If you’d like to swing on over to truly playroom to wish me Happy Birthday – Please Do !!! ! !!! xxx : ) )
I think what you have in your home depends on what stage in your life you are at. There are things in my house that I wouldn’t have imagined having 20 years ago like a computer or a dishwasher. I went with the most recent thing. A memory box for my husband. Never seriously crossed my mind that we would ever be parted, I suppose.
Watercolour paper with green glazes. There is a faint stamp of the earth behind some clouds. Everything is in shades of green. Distressed photos of the box and contents. Short list of a few of the things in there.
I’m never sure whether it is appropriate to share journalling but I am so nosey that I try to read everybody else’s when I can and feel cheated when I can’t. LOL. So I thought it only fair to write out mine.
Sorry for the wonky scan.
Journalling is long-winded again.
This journal is such a learning experience. This is the first time I have analyzed my feelings about ‘Dad’s Box’. It’d arrival was not my finest hour. Although I said all the right things, inside I was resentful.
A friend brought the colapsible box and green shiny paper. A friend whose little boy had died 3 years earlier. She and her daughter collected my daughter and took her away from the grief for a few hours, building and decorating the box.
I resented the box. I wanted to make this object to store little memories. In fact I had already bought a little wooden box for this purpose. I resented the shiny green paper. I would have used paint. I resented the decoration. I would have used different ones. But it gave my daughter pleasure to make it. It gave her something to focus her grief on and she was proud of her achievement. It was a box created out of love. A love of a girl for her Dad and the love of friends who tried to help us through the grief they knew so well.
I’ve grown to like the green box. It holds all the little things that I am still finding. Scraps of paper that Dave scribbled notes on or the endless lists of ‘things to do’ that he wrote to himself.
Dad’s Tree.
We had a horse chestnut tree planted in memory of my Dad in summer 2002. The plaque has a few words from all the close family and friends. I’ve used those words on the page. I stamped the background with versamark ink and brushed with perfect pearl powder. I decoupaged the photo of me and brother with our tree.
Journalling
My favourite place to just be is;
Dad’s Tree
In loving memory of Dave Aitken
Thoughts of those who love you.
Good guy, admired, confidante, sunshine & rainbows, love & tenderness, big man, big heart, never forgotten.
Planted summer 2002.
I never thought we would have 3 computers all connected to the internet in the house.
Photos of me, my brother and mum. I drew the computers on the left and used a drawing programme for the computers on the right.
This is my alliances entry. I textured the page with gesso and did some circles and other random patterns. Then I rubbed in acrylics and did some big stamping! The circles are like the links of a chain – the links being family members.
Finally got this uploaded. When I worked on this I was feeling very much at Risk myself..by that I mean feeling vulnerable to the elements of the city. We love living in the city, but with kids you sometimes wonder if you are making the right choice by staying..higher crime, less open spaces, less peace and quiet etc..of course I also realize that it takes a toll on me sometimes too. I enjoyed the process of this page..layering the paint and the images and peeling some away..I loved the feeling of taking a black marker and just writing on top of everything..now that was a risky thing for me!! I did not upload my cover again (I had stated in earlier posts that I would add something from every page to my cover), but I used the phrase “Always On” on the spine of my Art Journal. Thanks for looking
