My Simplex Shawl continues to grow. According to the pattern, it’s more than halfway finished. More about it here.
Where do I start? I’m rereading Stephen King’s Dark Tower series and am up to Book Three, The Waste Lands. I read The Wind Through the Keyhole in Florida, a book that technically falls between Books Four and Five, but was released in February, 2012. This series continues to be my all time favorite. Crazy love them all.
THE DOCUMENTED LIFE
I got a little behind in my art journal while on vacation and am just finishing up last week’s prompt, which was Polka Dots. After a couple of false starts, I got into the groove, using a circle stencil to draw flowers, then handcoloring them and cutting them out to layer with stenciled dots, spray ink and, probably some stamps. I drew and colored these flowers just for fun today. I don’t have a current plan for these, but I thought they turned out well.
I love drawing and coloring flowers – they’re probably my favorite, but I’ve been sort of down on myself because I’m not good at faces and because lettering also isn’t something I feel I do well, especially when I compare my stuff to projects others post, but I’m adjusting my attitude starting now. New mindset: So what if all I can draw is flowers – I love doing them. So what if every face I draw is weird and more than a little wonky – I’ll never be commissioned to do a portrait. So what if my lettering leaves something to be desired – I can practice and get better at it and if that doesn’t pan out, I’ll use my computer. So what if my journal pages will never be hung in the Museum of Modern Art or the Louvre – they make me happy and creating them feeds my soul, just like they’re supposed to and because of that, I am an artist!
I saw these artist tiles awhile ago at Hobby Lobby and forgot about them until I came across them when tidying up my art table. I know, I know, I need to be neater and I’ll work on that – someday. I had no plan to follow, no prompt, I suppose you could call it freestyle.
Spray ink, hand drawn and colored flowers and a couple of what I call doodads
I’ve heard of inchies (1×1) and twinchies (2×2), I suppose this would be a quinchie.
MORE BEACHY BABES
Just two chicks hanging out in their jammies.
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere. Carl Sagan
Mr. Iknead and I are safely home after an absolutely heavenly week at Grayton Beach, FL. Bigmommy’s in-laws have an amazing beach house there and are more than generous about letting us use it. We had a crowd this year, a total of 11 family members, including our newest grandangel, Charlee, eight weeks. If she had more fine motor control, I know she’d give our trip two thumbs up. Since she hasn’t yet quite mastered that, we have to settle for the sweetest smile on the planet.
As wonderful as our Florida week was, there really is no place like home. It felt like we had been away for a month instead of just a week. We arrived home in time to spring Josie from The Pet Palace; I missed her so much! I think she was happy to be home, too. She’s no worse for the wear and they said she did just fine, but I still hate to leave her anywhere.
All our chicks are back in their respective nests (we left a day before they did) and I can breathe a sigh of relief. I just can’t completely relax until I know all are home, safe and sound.
LOST AND (HOPEFULLY) FOUND
On one of my morning walks, I came across this little guy lying on the side of the road. I bet a little one dropped him without noticing. I picked him up and sat him on a sign post; I hope he was found before a naptime/bedtime crisis. When I went back and checked on him, he was gone, so maybe his adventure was shortlived. Loveys are SO important!
Mr. Iknead and I, the grands and their respective keepers parents (minus the Papoose and Sprout’s daddy) and Mr. Iknead’s brother and his wife are heading to Grayton Beach next week for an end of summer vacation, thanks to Clef and Mary Vaughan, who also happen to be Big Daddy’s mom and dad and the Papoose and Sprout’s other grandparents. Their generosity truly blesses us again and again. Thank you again, Clef and Mary! (Heading off to pack my knitting/yarn suitcase.)
Thought is the sculptor who can create the person you want to be. Henry David Thoreau
I haven’t posted any mixed media stuff in a while, mostly because I was in sort of a creative slump, totally underwhelmed by all of my efforts to kickstart a new project. I suppose you could call it “just going through the motions”. But, I kept on creating and you know what? It seems I got my mojo back! I actually did the “fake it til you make it” thing and got my “creative feet” back under me. If you’re a friend of Jimmy or a friend of Bill, you’re probably familiar with this process and have used it a few times yourself.
This week’s prompt was to use three colors you don’t normally use. I chose orange, yellow and brown and when I started laying down the first layer, I thought it was the ugliest thing ever. But I kept on working with it, adding some three dimensional doodads and some stickers that continued the color scheme. Then, suddenly, my project didn’t seem so ugly to me anymore. In fact, I kinda liked it, I kinda liked it a lot!
Acrylic paint, spray inks, stencils, stickers, a bit of washi tape, hand drawn flowers that I colored with gel pens and cut out, homemade stickers and a doodled circle fold out
Sorry you have to stand on your head to see them. 😕
Here’s a look at a project I’m doing on my own. It’s not quite finished. I think it needs doodads.
*My own mixed media
To see things in the seed, that is genius. Lao Tzu