On Sunday we had a group of students from the Centre for Creative Photography for a studio visit. It’s always fun showing people your work and getting to carry on about it a little. And if you happen to inspire someone… that is the best feeling.
I met a fellow journaler. Much more tidy and controlled than mine. Mine are all over the show, ‘like stork shit in mid air’ as my cute husband would say. (He has the best turn of phrase.)
We were mutually excited because we both cut them up to use for further art. She has pages all over their hallway at home and they used it to create a spoken word party, participants drawing words and phrases (if they wanted) to create stuff from.
Reminds me of this:
a zine made from pages from a much larger book called The Phrase Book, though not cut out like the work in Etcetera.
We shared how it feels sacrilegious cutting them up. But is worth it for the engagement of other people.
I find that journaling helps me to order my thoughts. It allows me to get them out of my head where, otherwise, they sort of rattle around collecting dust. It helps me focus on what is important to me or to nurture things that are still embryonic. Or I use it for things I don’t want to forget like these two stories from my grandkids the other day:
and just to have fun!
There is so much written about journaling these days, from psychologists’ treatises through the self-help industry, to the average Joe (me) raving on. But really, it saves my life and enlivens me.
How about you? I’d love to hear from any other avid journal keepers out there.
And if you don’t keep them your self, why don’t you give it a go? You don’t even have to keep a book. Woody Allen has a drawer where he throws bits of paper with thoughts and ideas. Apparently it’s where he goes when he feels stuck.
I did a black and white challenge on Facebook and really enjoyed it, so I’m posting them here. The instructions were ‘Seven days. Seven bnw photos of your life. No humans, no explanations.
Oops, there’s one missing, I can’t find it. Ho humm.
Anyone else done this? I enjoyed it so much that I will probably continue!
I’ve been posting away at https://belindabroughton.com/blog/ .
Here is a poem about having a place in the world (sometimes we forget)
Here is an illustration of extreme hair, a bit silly and fun.
This post is about my handmade paintbrushes, including the one used to paint Extreme Hair.
I’m missing you all. Could you add my blog address to Manage, in Followed Sites in your Reader? It changed a while ago. it is now https://belindabroughton.com/blog/
This pic and some tanka poems are over here on my blog. Come and have a look/read.
Been over to my new blog lately? I have been doing a bit since I last posted here. Here is my latest post. It is following from a Facebook ‘live’ video where I showed viewers around my studio finishing with the story of this silhouette. Those are little rib bones btw. I’d love to know what you think; leave me a comment!
“The image above is called After Image. It is nearly two metres wide and standing in front of the real thing the eye is caught first by the black and then travels to the white. But as it does it carries an after image of the black in negative, ie. white. I was dealing with war at the time and this was about the long term effect on the psychs of people.
This next painting is called Little Bird and is about those displaced by war, those who become refugees….”
The above is copied from my blog, I think it is an interesting post about making art in a time of war. Also It is about how one works intuitively finding out the meaning of your work as it comes into being. There’s a fairly decent poem there too, in my opinion.
So pop over and have a look. HERE