Friday, 17 June 2011

Altered Perspective

I created this double journal page for the beauty of sorrow blogspot.Underneath the first layer of Gesso are my morning pages for TAW describing some of my journey through personal sorrows....from being a wee girl through adolescence into motherhood and... shall we say 'beyond'.I usually 'busy myself' with being concerned with other people's sorrow's and although aware this is something folks 'like me' do it was still hard for me to go back and reconnect with my difficulties around bereavement and loss...Each layer on the faces painted felt affirming.I am new to art journalling the pages felt beautiful and affirming of my journey. I reconnected by reading my old journals/diaries and browsing my old photo's it was a sad process but the emotion was not as raw as even a few years ago the process was sooo acknowledging for me of my own healing and the 'beauty of sorrow'.

Sunday, 12 June 2011

A Poem from the Past

I soo had to rack my brains to find this poem...TAW morning pags were hard today and this poem was sat in my memory banks as needing to be found...thankyou for the help from a Wild Precious friend i found it ....

Come Back

Deep inside,
behind that heavy knee I've got today,
lies another, smaller knee,
a little dirty, and scraped.
And within my fingers, all five of them,
lies a small hand, another one,
still a bit anxious, but warm.
And far inside my skull,
in the innermost part,
other thoughts are tingling,
odd and small ones, almost wrapped up tight, but they're still
breathing. Full of expectation, almost of joy.
Sometimes they itch -
they want to come out and play
hide-and-seek with me. Often - often.
But then they're suddenly gone. I can't
find them. So many years have passed,
so many layers of time
have settled over everything.
--- But come on back. Come on,
we'll run and hide,
every one, every one.

Rolf Jacobsen (1907 - 1994)


MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm sweet sleep...

Embracing my Wonkiness!

Finishing a journal page and requiring some reflection and a little Paloma to find my way through it ..............

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Art for your soul .....

These three are such favourite creations of mine...they started out as graphite and graphitint drawings then after clear gesso'ing' over them i used acrylics to colour the faces pitt pens and then layered the backgrounds with stamped images and some watercolour crayons between around 3 clear gesso layers...and some dustings of cosmic shimmer minerals over a stencil there might be more to add and i would like to use them in some way as album covers or in journal pages .........

Elements of Art Journalling

The pre class guidance is up and I have at last joined the part in my 'wonky better late than not at all' style...

Thursday, 2 June 2011

Alfred Joyce Kilmer Poetry


I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.

In Memory

Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.

It was grief that made Mankind your lover,And it was grief that made you love Mankind.
The song within your heart could never riseUntil love bade it spread its wings and soar.
Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder;It is a linnet's fluting after rain.
Because Mankind is glad and brave and young,Full of gay flames that white and scarlet glow,All joys and passions that Mankind may knowBy you were nobly felt and nobly sung.Because Mankind's heart every day is wrungBy Fate's wild hands that twist and tear it so,Therefore you echoed Man's undying woe,A harp Aeolian on Life's branches hung.
Your eyes, that looked on glory, could discoverThe angry scar to which the world was blind:And it was grief that made Mankind your lover,And it was grief that made you love Mankind.