I haven't done any art journalling for ages, but the creative urge took over me at the weekend and I decided to have a go at some “found poetry”. While they're not perfect, I was quite pleased with the end results!
To create this one I cut out fifty or so bits of sentences from the pages of an old book (it was actually a book my daughter bought to make me a Xmas present – one of those books with the insides hollowed out, for hiding things). I looked for fragments that appealed, and then sorted through them and put together various bits and pieces that seemed to work or have a similar theme. The poem is all about remembering that each of us is unique and beautiful.
This second one was fairly unsuccessful really. I tore a page out of another old book and picked out various words that made an odd poem about a journey. I painted over the rest of the text and then used watercolour pencils to highlight the words. For the background I started by doing some free writing in watercolour pencils, and then ran water over the page to smudge the words before sticking the book page on to it. Didn't quite get the effect I wanted.
This one is probably my favourite. The individual lines were cut from a book of poetry I bought in a charity shop, but each line was from a different poem. I think the end poem is rather romantic!
Finally, this one would have been better but as usual I went a bit too far with my embellishments!
Did some art journalling today, but it didn’t really turn out how it was in my head. The idea was based around snow – that snow covers everything with a blanket of purity, but then as it melts you see the random shapes and colours and slushy mucky bits beneath it – not so pure after all. This was to be accompanied by a Mae West quote: “I used to be Snow White but I drifted” ….
So I stuck a load of random textures on the page and added some modelling clay and white paint over the top, but the texture of the clay got mixed up with the paint and didn’t really stand out enough, and the materials just ended up looking a bit messy. I tried to stamp the quote on but the textures meant it wasn’t possible to get an even spread of weight so it didn’t really show up. Then I added it with my new Caran D’Ache watercolour pencils but they smudged so much it’s illegible. Then I wrote it in marker pen, but as the paint/modelling clay was still a bit tacky that didn’t really work either. And then I realised I’d actually written the quote slightly wrong anyway. Ah well.
So the end result is a bit of a random mess but I know what it is all about, even if no one else does – and I guess that’s the whole point of art journalling – it’s a way for me to express my feelings; it’s not meant to be a piece of art work for public consumption. And at least I can honestly say I haven’t spent the entire day watching my Jonathan Creek box set 😉
I haven't done any art journalling for a while – a combination of being really busy with work and feeling a bit down in the dumps since taking Katie to university. I decided to give myself a couple of hours off this afternoon though and did some journalling. This one is in honour of my fabulous daughter!
I’ve never been a very creative person though I’ve often felt a need to do something artistic – but haven’t known what, or how to start. So when my friend Lisa Cherry invited me along to her first Art Journalling workshop I thought I might as well – and it’s started in me something that’s becoming a bit of an obsession!
The workshop took place on a beautifully sunny Saturday at a house in Longworth, Oxfordshire. The setting was stunning – a glass-walled dining room with a table big enough to seat eight comfortably, next to a wide patio area and gorgeous garden. The workshop was run by Joy Aitman, a scrapbooking expert who was responsible for the cover of Lisa’s book, Soul Journey (which, incidentally, I contributed to and edited). Continue reading
When I was at school I enjoyed art. I wasn’t particularly good at it but I enjoyed losing myself in a palette of colours once in a while. One of our projects involved going to the RAF Museum at Hendon, sketching various airplane parts and then painting a “collage” of aircraft. I spent a lot of time on mine but then made a fatal mistake – I drew round all the outlines of the separate bits in thick black paint. It was this action that resulted in my art teacher telling me choosing art would be a waste of an O Level option – so I gave up.
Over the next ten years or so I didn’t do so much as pick up a paint brush- even my doodles of cats and dogs were unrecognisable to my kids! Continue reading