Such an interesting thing… My dream weekend. I travel a lot, so my idea of a dream is much different than it used to be. I can’t say I’d be a certain place, but where I am have to be experiencing certain things for it to be a ‘dream’. Mine weekend would have to have sun, warm, my husband, good food, NOT be at home, NOT be traveling, and a few other things. Had fun writing the items so they dangled down the page.
My Granny didn’t bake, but she worked at the Farmer’s market. So at her house we found loads of yummy desserts in the White Bakery Box. I so miss those.
well, i dont know if its really an assignment. but i did this page in my art journal and i thought i would share it. i have been thinking about the connection to the outside world that i can’t seem to live without on a daily basis. being online, watching tv, listening to music, talking on the phone, hanging out with other people. it drives me. it makes me feel like i have purpose. it would be weird to have silence. but sometimes i wonder if it is what i am missing from my life. connection is a powerful thing.
Here’s finally week four…I’ve been quite busy, but that’s no excuse. Hope to catch up during the weekend.
I created a drawing/painting with watercolor pencils and used that as the basis for the entry. The rest I made using photoshop and illustrator.
Have a good weekend!
Papilio ;-)
PS. Love all the great work everybody has been making!!!
...Before it’s too late!
The prompt made me think of this photo I found while going through piles of stuff at my mom’s house. Here’s the journaling:
“I was 36 before I made a pie. I was 35 before I felt comfortable in my skin as a mother. I still don’t iron. But I love to cook. Not gourmet meals from Bon Appetit, but plain-jane dishes like Tuna Noodle Casserole and Tortilla Pie. Thank goodness, this is the stuff my family likes to eat. By all accounts, I’m a fairly good cook. I just wish I had more time to do it!”
I used a bunch of stuff on this one… image printed on a transparency (finally got that to work—thanks all, for the advice), acrylic paints, fabric, ribbons, and punches from a book of old ‘50s ads. Then I stamped and embossed the crown and added a little “home” text. Fun!
xoxo
LainE
This was off the idea of our life as a game bord. I was orginally going to put my face in the blank but then I thought that really it is these tenticals reaching out in different directions with parts of me some that are no longer part of me others are still with me new ones growing. The white space allowed me to think about what I am becoming
First off, kudos to all for the wonderful work they’ve been posting. I’m behind on commenting as I was in San Diego on vacation last week and started a new part-time job this week..but please know that I continued to be inspired and stretched by all the creativity on display.
Here’s what I’ve been up to…
I took my art journal on vacation, along with my Peerless Watercolors and a water brush and I actually had some fun trying my hand at painting the sunset we watched in La Jolla and my impressions of San Diego. (Underneath, I just wrote impressions from our time there.) I don’t have any knowledge of how to paint, but I had great fun just playing on the page—which is what I love the most about this class, it stretches me and helps to view this journal in a fun, childlike way.
For the Corners prompt, it reminded of my quest lately to feel like I’ve found my place in the world, not just physically but also in terms of who I am and what my highest gifts and talents are. The photo is of a cow under the tree from a mailer for The Sun magazine. There’s a vintage map, some Making Memories ledger paper, a slide mount, a Periodic Table of Elements stamp from Club Scrap, and a cut out border from the latest Urban Outfitters catalog. (If you like decorative border, get the catalog to cut up. It rocks.) My journaling reads: “My own corner of the world…to take root, to create, to live content….to wander and to come back home again.”
For the Positive Influence prompt, I thought about how your actions are like little waves that ripple out. For this spread,
I wrote in a pull-out tag about how I feel that I have a made a positive influence through my teaching of women writers. Background was made by dragging inkpads directly over the page; I was pretty pleased with the result. Photo I took while kayaking in Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge in Florida.
I’ve also been wishing my handwriting were better, so I’ve made a commitment to practicing. I love how some art journalers write on wavy lines, so I took this quote I like—St. Theresa’s Prayer—and tried to play with my lettering. I’m looking forward to getting better with my handwriting…It was fun to play with. I used Stampin’ Up markers for this page and was pleased with the watercolor effect they gave when I ran over the letters with a water brush.
Quote is: “May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you…. May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.”
I grew up in a family of excellent cooks. Both my mom and my grandmother have published cookbooks. My mom has been on a TV cooking show. Nothing, and I mean nothing in our house ever came from a box. My mom was the type who started making dinner at 2:00 PM so we could eat at 6:00 PM.
And despite the fact that the good cook gene was indeed handed down to me – I hate cooking.
I used to chalk it up to laziness, but it’s more than that.
Food and cooking have been used in my family as a measurement of your selfworth as a woman, a mother, and a wife. So I sort of see cooking, or rather, NOT cooking as sort of a form of rebellion against my family.
The only person it bothers me that it bothers is my husband, because he KNOWS I am a good cook, and yet so few totally homecooked meals come from our kitchen. Don’t get me wrong, I cook, but it’s fast things, like tacos. Antything that takes less than 30 minutes. I did promise to make him my cranberry crusted meatloaf this week…being valentines and all. LOL.
It is a horror of a wasted talent they have to live with. My mom doesn’t get it, neither grandmother gets it. To them making fluffy biscuits and moist roast with homemade gravy, something I can do quite well, is a crowning achievement. To me it’s food.
I ask, why slave in the kitchen when there is perfectly good chinese takeout, that DELIVERS even, right around the block?
I wish you could see the image better – you can check it out in my blog to see the details you can’t see here. http://www.cherylol.typepad.com/lol
Under the contact paper transfer is a collage of favorite family recipes. LOL. At least I made copies. The text you cannot read says: ARE THESE THE TOOLS THAT MEASURE MY SELFWORTH? I’d rather be hit with them. And yes, that is an actual mini rolling pin I have had for eons. This is why I hoard weird junk…LOL.
Yum yum chewing gum!
Well condensed milk actually. I’m really not good at cooking and the kitchen is not a comfortable place for me, but I love any recipe with condensed milk in! I made this chocolate fudge at the weekend and I had to eat quite a lot to get the inspiration for this page :)
I’ve always loved condensed milk – I can can just grab a spoon and scoff the whole can!
This page reminds me of mum’s recipe books, sort of cobbled together, with ripped pieces of paper stuck in all crumpled up – usually with bits of food stuck on too!
