Internal Maps

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.

Tiny Journals

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”

Daffodils

I wanted to write about daffodils in the middle of cold
winter nights. My thoughts move to the flower’s symbol
of rebirth and new beginnings. It is also one of the first
perennials to bloom after winter, sometimes through a layer
of snow. It’s Latin name is Narcissus.
I wanted to write about the yellow color it is,
bright as the sun on a clear summer day.
It’s middle trumpet appendage calls to the other flowers,
rise as Spring is almost here.
I still smell my bouquet ignoring the pungent odor as there
is type of clean in there which I can’t ignore. I wanted to write about daffodils.

Aimee

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 …

Selective Photo Focus

My understanding of a selective photo focus – ‘a technique where the photographer selectively focuses on the subject of an image, ignoring all other aspects of the scene. The contrast of the sharp subject against the soft image background.’ ~Shutter Muse

I noticed the soft image background seemed to be on one side, which is a lesson learned. I can now try to figure out how to take the photo with the whole background softened.

For me, the camera is a sketchbook, … ~Henri Cartier – Bresson