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!
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!
Forgive the quality. This is my first ever video. #AbundantArtShow day 4 (I think. I’m confused)
By the way, the one giving me leaves (mentioned herein) was my granddaughter, not my daughter (who is more likely to give me dead dragonflies or skulls or lichen). Sometimes I say a completely wrong word. I have been known to say white when I mean black.
Also, here’s a link to the shop: The Shop
Emerging from brooding sea
she has grown feet and is dancing.
What are feet for if not dancing?
She is like a child who cannot just walk
but must skip or run.
Such lightness of being,
it is not yet time for sorrows.
It is not yet time for cares.
She has not been betrayed
nor yet betrayed herself
and so she twirls
twirls faster and faster
faster and faster
until she flies.
A Silkie is a mermaid-like creature who, according to Norse myths, can take off her seal costume to walk/dance on land. Best if she doesn’t stay on land too long though, because she will dry out, physically, emotionally and spiritually. I have written about them before and you can read that poem here.