Introducing my art journal intentions for 2012

Starting with a Vlog…:)

I was going to put the link here to Rhomany’s Coptic binding class at MixedMediaWorkshops.com, but it does not look like it is currently offered over there, it is over at Willowing.ning.com, the information for that is here.  The class is Cryptic Coptic, and honestly she makes it so easy to understand, it is fantastic!

So every week I will have a spread dedicated to an art or creativity quote.

That will be here on my blog every week.  And I am thinking there will be a quick video to go with that of me doing the spread as well.

As well as that I will have another journal that I will work in everyday inspired by Judy Wise.

AND another journal with a weekly self portrait, or representative portrait, or maybe a poem, but something every week to represent me.

All explained in my rambling in my VLOG!  :)

Happy New Year everyone.

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Operation Clot Watch

So my beloved has had a sore leg for over a month, and despite my suggestions/nagging/pleading would not go to the doctor because it would be a waste of time for a sore leg.  And then on Monday he suggested it may be time to make an appointment.  Given by this stage the swelling and hardly been able to walk, I think that point had passed a while ago, but I just nodded quietly and made the appointment.

The doctor didn’t know what was the cause of his leg problems and sent him for a scan.

While he was at the scan, I was on my way to collect our son from school, and I got this text:

“Have blood clots, going to ed [emergency department], will see you at home”

Really?  See me at home?  BLOOD CLOTS????

Having seen a few medical programmes I imagined blood clots traveling to major organs and so began the complete shift of my current paradigm.

We had a brief text conversation that I would come up to the hospital with the children and he assuring me that all was well and he would see me at home.

I didn’t bother to argue.

We went to the hospital.  Frankly he was dreaming to imagine I would ever do otherwise.

When he first saw me he told me we had to discuss some general disobedience issues.  I cried.

The doctor said Deep Vein Thrombosis and mm’s from been very dangerous.  And I cried.

To be honest I had cried at the initial text as well.  And I have cried a lot since.  I am a crier anyway.

And we are in the middle of daily injections, and blood thinners.  And I am worried sick.

And I wake up countless times a night to make sure he is still breathing.  He did suggest in a smart arse kind of way that I didn’t know if he had a clot to the brain while he was still breathing and I offered to wake him to check cognitive function when I checked he was still breathing.

And he calls me in to listen to his new theme song, which turns out to be “Knocking on heavens door”.

One of the reasons I love this man is his sense of humour and how much he makes me laugh.  But I am not in a laughing mood yet.  He does persist in trying though.  Sometimes it has worked, other times I end up in tears.

But I know he gets it, because we had a discussion and he illustrated clearly he got it.  So I get it.  He is trying to take my mind of it.  But Operation Clot Watch is quite dominant in my thoughts.

I am grateful for doctors and my paints.

It is amazing to me how something like this completely puts all other stresses into perspective.  You remember what is important.

Just in case you lose focus.  Especially at this time of year.

A new calmness has descended on me.

I love Christmas.  I go completely over the top with the homemade baking and crafts and activities.

I love it.

But this year some stress had crept in as well.

Now I am refocused once again on what is important.  Funny how sometimes that needs a big wake up call, though if I could order a lesson a little less life threatening and scary I would appreciate it.

The art belongs to the FREE altered book class that is still on over here (with new content STILL added every week for at least the next four weeks)….

And if you are looking for a new project for the year can I suggest this that looks freaking cool.  Though I have other plans for next year (that I will announce soon), and I won’t be doing it, I do recommend it and can hardly wait to see what people do with their stories and postcards…just a super cool idea, and already some fantastic people have signed up.  I was so, so tempted…(and there is still time before it begins where I may change my mind :))

Back to Operation Clot Watch…and of course Christmas, arting and everything else that fills in the cracks.

Sea turtles and mermaids…

Amy is hosting the neverending story over here.  This week is my contribution to the continuing saga.

Time slipped by, days barely perceptible from each other.

Memories of any past before where they were right now were almost completely forgotten except for a vaguely unsettled feeling the red haired girl could not put her finger on.

Days went by.  Then weeks.  Then months.  Peg and the red haired girl spent their days drinking the sweet tea that the Goldwater’s always had on hand and eating marshmallows and other delicacies that grew freely on this cloud world.

Their days passed in a haze of sweetness and light with a tinge of the unsettled.  But never enough of a feeling that the red haired girl could even put a tangible thought to.  Peg on the other hand never seemed to notice anything amiss.  Always well fed with her favourite treats, the temperature and light of the cloud world were perfect for her, and she forgot there was anything more than what she had right there in cloud world with the scent of cotton candy sweetening her thoughts to a level close to numbness.

At night however it was a different story for the red haired girl.  Violent ocean swells dominated her dreams in shades of stormy teal darkness.  Roiling and tumbling oceans, the girls very own subconscious telling her something was wrong.  But she never remembered in the morning.  Apart from the vague sense of unease that remained with her while she was awake.  The only recourse her self-conscious had was her dreamscape, away from the tea, and marshmallows and scent of cotton candy.

In her dreamscape sea turtles visited her from the depths of the ocean telling her to find the mirror.  Mermaids called to her and told her to break the mirror when she found it.  Waves tumbled on to the shore of her subconscious, trying to wake her. Anything so that she would remember in the morning.

But when she woke there was her cup of tea and any chance of remembering her dreams vanished as she sipped from her cup of steaming sweet tea.

And then one day, months later, the Goldwaters were running late and her cup of tea was not there when she woke.  And her mind chanted to her.  “Find the mirror.  Find the mirror.”  And she looked around.  And realized she had not seen a mirror since she arrived in this cloud land.  And slowly she began to think of memories before she had arrived at cloud land, and she began to suspect she was under a charm.

Just then, she heard a creak outside her door, and she lay back down, pretending to be asleep.  Without the tea-induced stupor she was beginning to think more clearly.  She heard the soft steps of Mrs. Goldwater come across the room and smelt the sweetness of the steaming cup of tea curling towards her nostrils, and as Mrs. Goldwater began to leave the room she pretended to be just waking up.

And despite moments ago, thinking that the tea may be to blame for her forgetting her prior life, the tendrils of steam reached her nostrils and she went to take a sip.  But as she held the cup to her lips she heard “Find the Mirror.  Break the Mirror”.  And in fright she dropped the cup.  Thankfully it did not break, but in her panic to mop up the spill, she grabbed her blue scarf and soaked up the tea, hiding the scarf under her bed.

And without the steam of the tea, without tasting the tea, the voice in her head got stronger.  “Find the mirror.  Break the Mirror”.  Repeating over and over.  Mrs. Goldwater came into her room and the girl with red hair gave her a sweet smile as though nothing was afoot, and handed over her cup, commenting on how much she loved the tea.  Mrs. Goldwater smiled saccharinely as she left the room.

The girl with red hair quickly got dressed, and trying to act as though nothing was wrong and there was no sense of urgency she went outside to find Peg.  But Peg was munching on sweet cloud grass, which not only smelt of cotton candy but tasted of cotton candy too.  And Peg did not want to move anywhere.  And the girl sensing the urgency of the chanting in her head moved away from Peg slowly, towards the only part of the cloud world where the light was a little dimmer than everywhere else.

Not knowing why she felt pulled to that area, only drifting along to the chanting in her head.  Walking along the cloud path, in the slightly dimmer light she felt her foot sink a bit in the cloud, and then she felt something hard stub her toe.  She jumped back, realising that she had not felt any pain since she had first come to the cloud world.  Sensing that she was close to something important, she reached down to feel what she had stubbed her toe one, and there was a handle.

As she pulled on the handle, she felt a little resistance and then up popped a hand mirror.  As she looked into the mirror she gasped.

Her face was reflected back to her, but the landscape behind her, in the mirror was not the landscape of the cloud world, but the world she had come from.

Just then she noticed the Goldwaters and Mr. Panda running towards her, and the voices in her head were screaming at her.  “Break the mirror, break the mirror.”  She looked around and there was nothing to break the mirror with, but she could feel people closing in on her, and the voice in her head was reaching a crescendo and so she lifted her fist up and brought it down upon the mirror shattering her reflection into tiny pieces…

To be continued…

:)

And I am linking to Butterfly Effect and Paint Party Friday as well.

Nanojoumo Finished!

I am so pleased that I have finished Nanojoumo.  Completely.  Even an extra day, because I loved the prompts so much, and I wanted to finish them, and I also wanted to finish on a lighter note than the previous day has turned out to be.  So my last day is just an explosion of playing.

This month has had some rough moments and having this has given me the opportunity to work through things where I have had to.  To get the crap out of my head.  And some days, I have been much lighter in my approach, one of the reasons I love art journaling is that it is so adaptable.

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:)  This page is an example on how we can have an issue, and work it through until it is a non-issue, because looking at this page I can’t even remember what motivated it now.  But that whole spread has journaling underneath it, so there must have been something.  And the picture is odd.  But that is where I was at that day clearly.

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This page is very simple.  And clearly the day before I had resolved all issues.  I am in a headspace at the moment of saying yes to any opportunities that come my way even if they terrify me, and even if life is a bit messy, and this was the motivation behind the page.  And that strip along the side is some of my homemade scrapbook paper that I punched circles with.  I am a hoarder and kept the strips!  And the colours worked well on this page.

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She has gotten a little bit raggedy since I did her, and before I took the photo, with all the opening and closing of the book.  I like that look and think it suits her.  She is not perfect at all, and the worn look adds to her.  I did her one night, playing with my prismacolours, and I had forgotten how much I love them.  I also put the front of a card I was keeping in, because I wanted to remove it from my use it or throw it pile.  Finally there is some progress with that collection!

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The prompt for this was “And” and as I got down the first couple of layers of paint I wasn’t sure what the page was going to be, and on the table was an alumni invite to a lecture at the law school, and I grabbed the photo from that and stuck it in,  my son had a transformer tattoo up there as well so I grabbed that, though he told me later it was upside down, I like it.  And then I decided the page could be the bits in between that fill our lives, and so I grabbed bits around me that were laying about.  Some coffee dyed muslin, a bit of an old screen door I was using as a stencil. The quote from under my coffee at my favourite cafe, a blue flower left out from my daughters crafting, and the card that came with my prize from Christine, and the affirmation card.  (There is another post coming about that).  And the page got filled up.  As do our lives.  I love how it turned out in the end.  There were moments though that I wondered what on earth I was doing!

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This page I started with a clear picture of what it would look like in my head.  Oceany, with a submarine window, and I had an image I wanted to be looking in through the window, and it wouldn’t happen.  And bits got painted it over, and I really don’t like this page.  It was so laboured over.  And a reason why the process of painting should be more important than the outcome, because I think if I had just let my idea go originally I could have pulled this together, and done something else entirely.  I was going to gesso over this page, but this is what I did for that day.  And a record of my utter frustration.  And there are lessons in this page for me, much like life, often our biggest lessons are when things do not go as planned.

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Around the outside if you could be bothered you will find 108 beads.  Inside the page will be 108 things I am grateful for.  I have not finished my list, but I am over halfway.  I just haven’t gotten back to it yet.

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This page was painted purple while I still had no idea about what it was going to be, and then once the background was finished and it did look a little like a deluge, along came the journaling.  Fast and furious and almost without thinking and the page was finished.

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The prompt for this was recycle, and it surprises me even now, because my beloved tells everyone I am a raving hippy.  I make my own cleaning products, I use soap nuts instead of laundry powder, have a kazillion essential oils for a kazillion of reasons, make my own skin creams and lip and feet and everything balms, and even cold balms for the children.  I make whatever I can.  I love feeling like a mad scientist and knowing that I know what is in what I am using.  And I am a nazi about recycling and disposal of what we use, and how we use our resources.  It is important to me.  And I had an idea about this page, but when I went to get the supplies I saw the pile of stamps I was keeping from when I used to do ATCs, and so I “recycled” them instead.  Soaked them off the bits of envelope they were on and glued them on to the page.  I am not so sure this counts as recycling, but it worked for me.

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This page was quick and simple, and says it all really.  Sometimes it is important for me to remember.

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This page was going to be a bit of a to-do list, of everything that I need to get done and finished up, but while I was painting the background, I saw this instead.  So my to-do list was recorded elsewhere :)

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Technically this should have been my last page.  I did the background, and the red flower is something that Victoria brought home from kindy for me.  She loves getting boxes and containers and filling them with stuff (sometimes rubbish)…sometimes literally rubbish, and lids and sticks and leaves and bits and giving them as gifts.  All taped up using a roll of tape.  The kindy loves her creative side I am sure, though I know she also makes the teachers gifts, so maybe not.  But this flower was in one of my gifts that she proudly gave me a little while ago.  And she squealed when she saw it on the page the other day, so I am glad I used it.  And there was a lot of journaling, and the result of this journaling caused me to do something to help resolve something that had been bothering me, so I am pleased about that.

But this page was quite heavy going, and so when I saw the prompt for the last day, I saw it as an explosion of colour and fun, and thought that would be a much better way for me to end the month, so here is the final page.

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And I am adding this to the Just Journals Link Party that can be found here.