Art Journal

Some friends were talking…

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…about marriage this morning.

This is my current viewpoint on the subject:

Heh.

I’m rapidly finishing up 2 more art journals…they are among the six (6!) I started shortly after I moved to Vallejo 3 years ago.

They have different colored covers.

So, Red & Yellow coming soon-ish…

Sometimes they are my words…

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I usually quote others in my art.

Usually…


Edit 1/17/19: Also…since I made it, I can change it…

Is better…

Journal #5

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It ain’t French parfum, but at 9×12, it IS the largest journal I have finished to date…

Started it in 2013, when I was in the desert, working for CDCR.

Carrying something around in a backpack for 5+ will beat a cover up…

Pockets for random things on inside cover…

And then it begins.

“There is no faith in a man, not even a brother, so girls if you must love, love one another.”

– ?

“The older I get, the more I see how women are described as having gone mad, when what they’ve actually become is knowledgeable and powerful and fucking furious.”

— Sophie Haewood

I used to work in a prison…

This certainly isn’t directed at myself…

You are MAGIC!

“I don’t need a diamond, I like wearing his smoke rings.”

– Miranda Lambert

Travel is broadening…

Paint, stencils, gel pens, paint pens, quotes from iHanna (I think), canvas stickers, washi tape…like most everything else in here.

This one makes me laugh.

Had my first (only) cigar with my ex-LOML, who loves cigars. He is now known as the “Fucking Idiot.”

Chronicles of my Amtrak trip halfway across the country in 2015…

Picasso quote.

This one came together with very little input from me…

Loved this when I started it, hated it for a long time, then redeemed it.

Some things fall apart and others come together.

Rob Thomas is one of my favorite singer/songwriters.

And he don’t lie.

Henry Rollins has a way with words, it seems…

Rob Thomas telling the truth again…

Souvenirs of my ill-fated trip to the gold country for the 4th…

“You know I’ll fight my corner and that tonight I’ll call ya…”

– Ed Sheeran is another favorite…

This a quote from Tommy Shelby of the Peaky Blinders. You should watch the Peaky Blinders. It’s excellent.

Dylan rules.

That is all.

I’ve yet to meet Andrew, but he works with Cornelius Vango at the Slab City Library, and I’ll quote him.

Clearly I’ve been practicing my cursive in here…

Don’t know who wrote this, but it brings to mind how well I heal…

“What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.”

– Rob Thomas

From, “The Perks of Being a Wallflower.”

What?

This just came out after too many online dates…

So…apparently, I like everything about Patti except her music.

Also, the quote is from Dorothy Parker.

Joan of Arc, y’all…

Vera Jones distilled my whole “relationship” with Fucking Idiot down to a single sentence.

Random is what random does…

Oh, Ed…don’t lie to me…

Back cover:

I’m always so elated when I finish a journal. Accomplished.

That’s a lot of art in one place.

Also, the other night, at the laundromat, a girl of about 10-ish said, “I like your art.”

Later, as I was hauling my clean duds to my car, the same girl asked me, “Are you an artist?” And I don’t know why, but I told her that, “Yes. If you make art, that makes you an artist.”

I’m feeling pretty good about this right now…

Halloween 2018

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We dressed up as Scooby-doo characters at work today…

Guess who is Punk Rock Velma?

JINKIES, BITCHES!!!

Sarah Lee rocked it as Shaggy…

Ok…back to acting like I work here…

I’m on vacation.

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Today is my 49th birthday.

I am currently visiting my very best friend (since high school) in Oklahoma.

Anjo (Andrea to others) has 2 beautiful/amazing/kind children and she shares her Mom with me. She is the sister of my heart.

We’ve been camping & thrift store shopping & laughing & talking and I believe there will be cake tomorrow.

(That’s my Bestie and me)

I’ll be home on Friday, where I’ll work on this some more:

Yes…this is where I left it…but the steps to get this far make me VERY happy…

No pictures.

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It seems that a large part of my art practice is that I make art in public and semi-public places.

Laundromats, bus stops, coffee shops, trains/buses/cars/airplanes, work meetings, community meetings, doctor’s office waiting rooms, etc…

The thing is, I do this…write/draw/color/collage/stick whatever into these books…to help ME…it calms me to have this to focus my eyes & hands on….it helps me listen better…but I’m realizing that many other people rarely, if ever, see folks MAKING art.

I was lucky enough to be exposed to art very early (in books, of all things!) but I don’t recall seeing folks MAKING art anywhere around, in public.

My family made/makes art of many kinds…music: both parents sang; Dad sang lead in a Barbershop Quartet in his younger days, and he always sang for me…Mom was endlessly practicing for another church choir solo…my brothers play the drums, flute/piccolo/sax, and keyboards, respectively…2 brothers paint/draw, the other, like me, works with words…everyone was/is creative…my Mom was a seamstress, and could/did make many things textile…my big Bros made/make amazing model train layouts…

I saw my folks being creative at home, but not out-n-about. Maybe, seeing someone “in process” of making art in random places will be a good thing for others to see?

People I don’t already know almost never “interrupt” me while I’m out somewhere, putting things in my books…most everyone waits until I make eye contact before they speak, or even wait for me to speak first.

I like answering questions about my art sometimes…I think that most anyone can Art Journal…it will just be their view/hands in it instead of mine. I say that anyone can do this, they just can’t do it exactly like me.

Currently, I seem to be in a cursive writing phase in my journals. I’m really OK with that, I just wish my handwriting was a beautiful as my Mom’s.

Contrarywise: Another part of my art is the fact that my books get super beat up, being carried around in my artbag… but that deserves photos…

Jinkies!

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So, a guy at work told me I reminded him of Velma from Scooby-Doo.

I said, “Really? Jinkies!”

Heh.

So, I had fun at my monthly Teen Art program on Tuesday, where we played with some watercolors…so I put that watercolor piece in a book…

I got the chance to talk with my newest volunteer, and she told me she likes this page, that it looks like a forest…

I can kinda see a forest, but I wonder what it will be in the end…

I’m done with this, and, obviously, am also too much…

But I keep putting things on these pages and that makes me happy, so imma keep doing it…

I’m still working on my Journal 52 pages…

When I finally make marks on that big ol’ canvas, I’ll let all ya’ll know.

(I plan to incorporate my ex’s self-portrait into the piece…wonder what’s gonna happen…)

2.5 weeks until my vacay…