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My art journal for Kara's Life Story Class.
Blogged here: http://dearlydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-story-journal.html
i made this "good luck" collage for my little brother's (little) appointment journal.
feel free to take a closer look :D
Journal page (approximately 6x8). Thanks to Mary Green Papers for sharing her beautiful images. Made for a monthly journal page swap.
page finished using watercolor crayons, graphitone water soluble pencils, and rubber stamps from my red rubber collection (elviestudio.etsy).
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A page in my mini art journal. Paints and inks by Dylusions at www.afth.co.uk
New limited edition poster for Process Journal featuring graphic depictions of ephemera I've found and collected. $25. Buy it here: www.processjournal.com.au
A page from my travel journal. There were hundreds of tiny wild strawberries growing at the roadside of Delta Junction. They were small but very sweet and juicy. They served as a great source of vitamin C while camping at Delta Junction.
Put together a display about art journaling for a case at the library. Added 2 of my fav books: The Creative License by D. Gregory and How to Make a Journal of Your Life by D. Price
From the heart journal. Page measures 24x18 cm. Watercolor, drawing pen, felt tip pens.
Blogged:
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Journal page done with paints, neopaque crayons, and photo image...stencils, too! White sigma pen and black gel pen.
art journal l'école buissonnière sous la houlette de Françoise Melzani (http://www.couleursetmixedmedia.com/)
et Céline Carbonel (http://www.grain-de-voie.com/)
détail dans mon blog
"Among Snowy Mountains"
mixed media panel
6x8 inch blank handbound journals
Panel inspired by Wallace Stevens' poem "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.