…and it’s basically my “Friday” night. I did the just work of the library, went to the gym (why is it always arm day?) and am now sat on my queen chair with Emily on my lap, and she is insisting that I do not move from here.
I want to paint…I took out the trash because it smelled like hair color remover (worse than a perm) and I have a renowned capacity to ignore dirty dishes, so I will sit here for a while longer (for Emily, you know…) then paint in my journals, like this:
or in my Book Of Days, like this:
Or on my new canvas, like this:
OR on one of the illustrations for my friend’s book of songs:
…so the options are open…hmm….
Welp…since I’m meeting with the author tomorrow, that decides it…
I’ll eat my leftover pizza salad (you don’t know pizza salad?! Get thee to MOD Pizza) and listen to my girl’s podcast while I make the art…have a great weekend!
Received another postcard in an envelope, this time from Cornwall, England.
I love the foreign stamps. I save them on a page with fortune cookie fortunes…
I already have 6 postcards:
From the next county over (Sonoma)
From Santa Clarita?
All the way from Zurich, Switzerland, in an envelope:
Gorgeous purple from Michigan:
And this gem from western Pennsylvania:
Finished carrying this journal around:
Inside front cover. Just stickers…
“The opposite of love is indifference, not hate.”
Sadly, this goes out to multiple people:
“But my dreams they aren’t as empty as my conscience seems to be.”
– The Who
Annie Oakley said it best:
Some times I make paint swatches for reference
This is only acceptable because it’s not a guy saying it.
Don’t lose it
Words of warning…
Medusa coloring page:
Song for my ex:
Playing with watercolors…
Consequences of the previous page:
My Judy loves the bright colors:
I cover others’ art to protect them, unlike my own
Nephew the second made this and gifted me…
Cannot recommend the lobster fries enough:
First time I tried a spread this direction:
Dylan. That is all.
Found a face in packing material
More of that old love story
Outgoing, not an extrovert…
More of that old love story crap
Choices can be hard
He spoke truth
Ain’t it tho
Plain and simple
And that’s another book finished.
I have just the Blue and Teal books left to work in from that crop I started after I moved here to the bay area (3+ years ago). The last 2 are bigger (thicker with many more pages) so I guess it might be a while before they’re done, but my Art Bag is a little lighter with Green on the shelf now…
This spring’s crop sent out today:
Half were international, half domestic.
Now to wait for new art from afar to land in my mailbox…
So, the year long “class” I’m taking with Effy Wild (Book of Days) is basically an extension of the Art Journalling I’ve been doing since 2011, but the structure of a course taught by someone else is something entirely different from my own experiments…
Anyway…I am using a different type of book for this than I am used to (I’ve been a sipral-bound gal all this time) but I already had fun decorating the cover of this Ranger(tm) journal:
(While working on postcards)
And I started working on the cover of my “Art Grimoire” at the same time, but it’s not finished yet.
I LOVE the cover of my BOD (Book Of Days).
And I’m pretty sure it’s the nifty titles for these art journals are meant to sound witchy, and I am absolutely ok with that, as I am a bit witchy myself…
There are always options to make my own journal from paper I choose, but I honestly don’t feel the need to do that.
“If you don’t have the time/skill/patience to make your own BOD, storebought is fine…”
Anyway…I’m off to lunch then back to work…like my Brother says, “Keep the shiny side up!”
I got the chance to go to another paint party at my library on Friday.
Took this lady home:
Worked on it step by step
But did not take photos of each step:
The final answer looks like it’s missing something but it’s growing on me.
I like paint parties…I just won’t pay for booze I’m not going to drink…
I finished another one: Chipped paint and allI present, my Orange Journal:Maya Angelou for the win:“Take my hand and my
Heart and soul, I will
Only have these eyes for you”
– Ed SheeranI don’t care who knows, I love me some Ed:“All you have is your fire. And the place you need to reach. Don’t you ever tame your demons but always keep them on a leash.”- Hozier“I’m a slow dying flower I’m the frost killing hour, the sweet turning sour and untouchable”- Natalie MerchantThis will always be my song about my ex-husband (did ya’ll know I was married in the 90s?):All about my ill-fated plan to go to PLA in Pittsburgh…“What others think of me is none of my business.”- Anonymous“When you lose your faith it never grows back”- Rob Thomas“So go on and cry me a river
Don’t say this will haunt you forever It never did, it never will.”
– Alter BridgeThis is about Fucking Idiot:This is me some days:On other days, this is me:And yet:Truth:“I would always open up the door
Always looking up for higher floors
Wanna see it all give me more (rise, rise up)
I was always up for making changes
Walking down the street meeting strangers
Flipping through my life turning pages (rise, rise up)”
– Imagine DragonsMy new anthem:The cookies were crap, buy the box was cute…I think I should just drive over to the north coast to smell the cedars again…’nuff said:This is a page about my Darling Judy. She’s been my best friend here, and she’s FABULOUS:My Judy drew this on a card she gave to me:This is a long-range spread about my middle brother. It will be finished when it’s supposed to be finished:I got nuthin’:For as long as I can:For Fucking Idiot:Can one be an introvert if they’re not afraid of public speaking?Some pages just grow organically:Some are in progress because friends show shiny new sides of themselves all the time:Honestly, this one bores me. They cannot all be favorites:This is about my friend:This is about society in general:Not a pessimist; more of a realist:If I were ever to marry again (HAHAHA), I’d keep my name.Music saves me every day:This fact is a mixed bag; I tend to do this without noticing that I’m doing it. It’s not always a good thing:Heh. Another about my friend:One does hope:“Just because scar tissue is stronger doesn’t make it something to aim for.”- ?Chipped back cover:So, there it is.The 6th one of the 9 journals I was working on at the same time.The 3 largest (thickest) are left to finish.Wheeee!