In a journal prompt I became interested in the concept/idea of an internal map. I have since worked on three pages. I have only made sense of a small corner of one of the collages. I feel at times I live in old bones and colorless daffodils taller than myself. I am a child wandering through this strange magical land without direction. I am wrapped tightly in a dark, woolen snow suit and the weather is always harsh. In that lower terrain of the physical landscape I often trip over the bones, sand and snow. For now, I cannot figure out it’s meaning.
I know I live in Autumn and it’s rich colors of the season – leaves of many colors fall all through the day. The sky is overcast and intensifies the Autumn colors. Vines of intertwined flowers collect on my head and seem to grow. As I continue on this journey, through these imaginary maps, meanings I am certain will come through.
A beginning of a tiny 5 x 5 journal. I used scraps I had saved from mixed-media papers. I enjoy the book making process although I cannot tell if I am doing it right or wrong, but it seems to be working out just fine. I have also drawn some archetype faces and cut them out for the journal. The class is from, Iris Impressions Art. I can’t say enough about all the classes offered online. I have not came across an unlikable class. Each teacher offers free classes, usually and most have YouTube channels. If one is interested in any type of art please try a class as I feel you will not be disappointed.
You must learn to stop thinking in terms of beginnings and endings, successes and failures, and begin to treat everything in your life as a learning experience instead of proving one. ~Guy Finley, “The Secret of Letting Go”
Creating characters through a bit of collage and painting. Finding vintage images that inspire art and story has become a habit. When I study an image the process that emerges is who was this image likened to, what time period was it created, where did the image live and then the story begins …