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Here's what the travel journal looks like after a trip to Brazil. The blank front is now decorated -- in this case, with my luggage claim tags. Postcards, cards from restaurants, brochures from museums are tucked into the pockets. Daily highlights fill the lined page inserts. The flat pages on the opposite side are filled with beach drawings.
“In my MINDS EYE, I visualize how a particular... sight and feeling will appear on a print. If it excites me, there is a good chance it will make a good photograph. It is an intuitive sense, an ability that comes from a lot of practice.”
Ansel Adams (American Photographer, 1902-1984)
~I'm practicing Ansel, I'm practicing :) ~
Saturday and Sunday in downtown St.Petersburg the Annual "Florida Craftsmen Galleries" Art Show had a brilliant display of over 90 vendors from all over the country. They close off all the streets that surround the gallary and there is fun to be had for all! It is an art lovers ~paradise~ and talent just oozes from each vendor. I never want to leave...but just linger, linger, linger over all the creativity and talent. The photo I have posted is no exception to that creativity and talent! With permission I photographed this marvelous leather journal by "Mind's Eye Journals"~ www.MindsEyeJournals.com by Teresa Haun & Mike Merriman out of Westcliffe, Colorado. This was only one of at least 50 extraordinary leather journals Teresa was showcasing. They all had handmade paper and each one was unique and exquisite! Awesome talent!
Thank you Teresa~Your work is outstanding!
And THANK YOU to all of you....YOUR work is OUTSTANDING as well! You are a breath of fresh air! Hey we have our own little "Art Show" going HERE daily! Now how fun is that!
Have a great week and better start savin' room for all that Turkey...if you are Feasting Thursday!
My second pages in my Three Hearts Art Journal. Lots of products - Pan pastels, Crafter's Workshop Stencils, Unity, Donna Downey and Making Memories stamps, Faber Castell pens, Shiva Paintsticks, Golden paints, Tim Holtz and Pink Paislee ephemera.
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And everything it makes me dream of!
I searched in vain for the perfect tape but no luck... Plus I am trying to do this whole journal exercise without spending money so...... I used pink ribbon and some stationery I found in my stash!
Autumn is my favourite month..But here are some reasons why summer is cool too!!
My second art journal.
Any suggestions? Please feel free! Any help is much appreciated.
I just love the net stuff next to the word journal...it's self-adhesive drywall tape! Don't even need glue!
A page in my art journal about the good and bad things about turning 42 yet still feeling 21 on the inside! See more here:
This is the start of a journal for the 2015 Sketchbook Project. I seem to be on a circle kick. Variations on a theme.
I started writing in 2000 when i was 14. Actually i started much earlier but thats the earliest i have saved. I dont know what happened to the ones before 2000. These are not in order, Didnt have the time for that but the 3rd one from the top is the oldest one from 2000-2001. I LOVE to write and fill my journals up with memories, doodles, sketches, and moments that i never want to forget. Im going to write until my hands just cant write anymore and im 6 feet under.
I won Notebook Addict Of The Week!!
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Here is the inside showing my stitching - I handmade this leather cover to encase my Miquelrius Journal.
it's been a chilly grey day, but I'm enjoying a quiet afternoon home with the catgirls, me grading papers and them sleeping -- plus taking some time out to scribble in my journal now and then...
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A hand draw page in my vintage ledger art journal, over a grungy background of Dylusions inks.
This is a set of 5 over-sized postcards of some of my visual journal pages. Each glossy postcard represents a journal spread, and is 8.5" x 5.5". The printing quality is so good, you can read my writing and feel what I was feeling when I created the journal page. Keep it for yourself for art inspiration, or mail it. The back is blank, except for my information, so you can write a note and address it.
A journal made for the Brooklyn Library 2022 Sketchbook Time Capsule project. The journals of 1000 participants will be buried and not opened until 2072 -- 50 years! That's why they are so small. I made the 1st 3 pages yesterday. Hopefully, I'll have enough birds to fill the 14pp.
The real story of butterflies--they don't transform from caterpillar to butterfly. The scary middle step is the time they are just goo. It's imago cells that encourage the goo to turn into a butterfly.
Multimedia image: paper bags, book text, colored Arches Velin paper, dyes, colored pencil, Pitt pen on journal page.
Handmade Art Journal: 250 4x6 inch pages made from scrap graph, lined, patterned and book paper. Canvas cover. Sari scrap closure. Turquoise fabric colored with Tattered Angels spray mist.
"When the Blackbird Flew"
mixed media panel
6x8 inch blank handbound journals
Panel inspired by Wallace Stevens' poem "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Wallace Stevens
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.
XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
Art-journal cover made for Scrapki.pl DT.
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