Showing posts with label journal collages. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journal collages. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Forgotten Wings


Forgotten Wings
Digital Fiber- Image of an artist’s journal page.
Images are printed onto treated natural textiles and other surfaces, combining painting and digital media into a one of a kind art piece.
Creatively stitched. Segments are creatively stitched and held together with a hand-tied bookbinding method.  12x12
detail
mounted on 1 1/2" black painted canvas

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Recent work-12x12

Early this year I printed off some images of a variety of things- journal pages, leaves, etc.
I really like working with my journals this way and plan on a series. Here are a few details of them so far.. They are all 12x12 's and some will be mounted on canvas.





Friday, May 27, 2011

Journal Pages, Thinking in Ovals #8

 They don't need lighthouses anymore
we have a new way of seeing
radar changes the landscape
change changes
in ways, in waves
are we any different?
Namaste

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Journal Pages, Thinking in Ovals #6

Thinking out loud
gets me in trouble again
editing a skill
learned again
and again
Namaste

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Journal Pages, Thinking in Ovals #3

tired, she closes her eyes.
colors dance in those dark spaces
sending ideas
inspiration waits
racing toward morning 

Namaste.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Journal Pages, Thinking in Ovals #2

When Next we meet
will I be calm?
can the sun be out?
long ago you made me watch the stars,
I saw them in your eyes
Namaste.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Journal Pages, Thinking in Ovals

softly your hands touch mine
though your keys
lightly tapping
tapping beauty and thought
into my soul
Namaste.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Breaking Free

Breaking Free

‘The Day is yours.” My husband quips.

I am unburdened at the moment from worrying thoughts, loved one’s dilemma’s, even my usual mad dog push, push, push.

“Relax, I say. “ How is it I feel like I’m sitting upon a rockin

g lid under which boils my tempestuous creative drive.

Sometimes I feel like a spinning top with an arm extending out every so often to tweak an art piece, paint fabric, create a digital collage, and come up with yet another way to display fiber art to a curious public.

Ideas whirl though my head.

“Focus.” Says one of my mentors, “Only this moooment”.

“This Moment- and this and this!” I respond!

This day, a bubble in the weeks of planned activities. This day, a day of my own, without focus, direction, or plans. A chasm to be filled at my discretion. What joy!

I walk though my studio gathering items intuitively. My art jour

nal, a pile of snipped out images of art and other stuff from magazines I buy to expose my yearning for beauty. My glue stick and pen.

These journals mirror to me what I like, what inspires me, provide a directional compass.

Outside into the glorious sun coolly lit in the first hints of Autumn. I sit and begin to turn pages. I see notes from years past, re-pasted in each new journal. Journals handmade, sewn with curses and love. I just turn the rich pages- absorbing, reminding, revisiting.

 And the magic happens. 

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