I’ve moved on. From portraits to objects. But I’ll be back. I got sidetracked on this camera and the 5 and the sacred heart...one thing led to another. That’s how it works around here. Zip Zing Zap the ideas are bouncing off my nueral pathways and orbiting around my head until I reach up and pull one down.
A long accounting tablet has accidently turned into my portfolio of stencils. I try them out in here first. Today the sacred heart will find its way into the visual journal. But first I had to experiment.
And experiment again. It sort of looks like a woodcut I think.
Experimenting is fun.
Maybe too much fun.
I’ve reached the Epilogue of my visual journal. I need to make some sort of nice sturdy strap to hold her together. The spine has started to crack with the weight of the pages. It’s okay though. I’m not interested in creating works of archival significance. I like the thought of looking through my book in 20 or 30 years and seeing a complete shipwreck. I might sew some sort of slipcover though. It gets mighty dusty in Moss Cottage with all the windows flung open all the time.
My friend and long time mailart companion, RANDI sent me this giant mailart on a piece of cardboard. It is Very Big. You can see it towering above all my other mailart in the basket. I DIG this portrait and all the photos and the text. Randi is on her way to Kansas City this week to teach a great visual journaling workshop. If you’re interested you can contact her via her website.
Today is Buck's 12th birthday. I've had him since my early 30's. That's hard to believe. He was a tiny cat baby and I had to bottle feed him and make him catfood shakes in the blender. He is the leader of the cat posse. What he says goes. Today he says Wyatt and Corky Lynn are banished from the house. He wants me all to himself. It's hard to get a good photo of him because he keeps shoving his head against the camera.
p.s. I didn't plan the red, white, and blue color theme in the visual journal page up at the top. Really. But it IS the 4th of July. Time to go buy earplugs and get the nerve pills ready.