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Another SoS Journal


Sisters of the Soul Journal Round Robin
My entries in Tera Leigh’s book
Left: Image transfer with acrylic medium, taken from a print that I’d “doctored up” with paints and texture
Right: Linocut print, hand printed with watersoluble ink and painted with watercolor
(Click to see enlarged view in separate window)

I’ve been working on these for several days now. The linocut was great fun to do; I wish I had a printing press to work with. Instead I just transfered the image using a barren. I have a hand press, but the first print that I tried with it ended up being too pale. I’m not sure whether I just didn’t ink the plate up enough, or whether the pressure was insufficient to transfer properly. In any case, the second print (the one above) transfered much better. I’m not so sure about this water soluble ink. I like the permanency afforded by the oil based inks that are traditionally used in linoprinting.

And now… it’s time for bed… I’m tired… hope I sleep better tonight, even with the muggy air. *sigh*

Who says I can’t feign cheer…?


Sisters of the Soul Journal Round Robin
My entry in Kathy O’Bryan’s book
Pencil, watersoluble colored pencil and watercolor
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I finally unearthed enough of a work surface on my workbench to be able to, uh, work on it… what a concept. I’ve been feeling blah and not much like creating stuff (except for writing, which I’m sure you’ve been entertained with… but I digress)…

So, I searched for a photo that had some happy heads in it, and found something. My rendering skills when it comes to perspective really suck, but I’m too tired to worry much about it at this point… the heads should have been more even in size, but I have two larger ones in the composition… so I’m hoping I can BS my way into claiming that it’s because those two are in the foreground and the other two were further away. I’m a real big fan of suspending reality… c’mon, work with me.

Ophelia completed – hibernation setting in


Ophelia in Laurie Zallek’s Aqua and Red journal
Mixed media

The days are shorter. Darkness decends upon this hemisphere. Instinctively I settle into my winter mode, wanting to do little more than rest and schlep around inside, and not do a whole lot. I want to read… and rest. And yet I have so much to do. Nothing much gets done.

I completed the Ophelia layout today. It photographs a bit differently than it looks, because of the reflective nature of the leafing. I have moved onto the next book, Ally’s purple, gold and amber. I’m a bit stymied about my layouts right now, but I’ll figure it out soon… I feel the muse lurking in the outer-reaches.

About the Ophelia layout… funny how some things just come in a flash of inspiration, and others I have to dig deeper for. This one came without much effort. The colors (aqua and red) immediately made me think of water and… something… and the water led to Ophelia and what she represents to me. An end of innocent or idealistic love. I suppose we all get to that place, sooner or later. Well… on to staring at the next layouts to see what they have to say.

I finally popped my contacts in this morning (they’re gas permeables, so I couldn’t leave them in for very long for the first time). I had them prescribed a year ago and they’ve been sitting in the cabinet. I just wasn’t up to putting them in and the struggle of getting used to them. I was bitching loudly this morning about how I hated my glasses and couldn’t see with them, so my son said “Why don’t you put your contacts in then?!” Usually I ignore the comment, but today I was frustrated enough that I got up and actually popped them in. Yikes… it’ll be a while before I get used to these. My eyes teared for the whole time they were in (less than an hour, I reckon) and it took me forEVER to take them out… at least until I figured out how easily I could “pop” them out. Sheesh. I’ll try again tomorrow.

I feel like having some pot pie and salad for dinner; even better… meat pie (mmm!)… except they know of no such thing out here in the Western United States. Guess I’ll have to make some from scratch… one of these days. We’ll probably go to Champagne for dinner instead, and maybe poke into Border’s while we’re at Crystal Court.

Tomorrow we visit the Grands… hope traffic won’t rob us of a quarter of the day. The 91 is such a pain in the ass to drive, and the 15 is getting to be a bitch too. I hate traffic… and driving in the car, or truck, in our case. My time is so precious that spending it in the car seems so wasteful. I’m so looking forward to the upcoming Thanksgiving long weekend… and my week off between Christmas and New Year.

Upside-down Ophelia


A work in progress
Pastels, colored pencils, acrylic paint and china marker

An idea was brewing for Laurie Zallek’s beautiful ‘aqua and red’ art journal yesterday, and I excitedly set about sketching in the book my interpretation of the drowning of Ophelia from Shakespeare’s Hamlet. I envisioned shades of blue and teal for the background, with the lovely Ophelia floating in the water, surrounded by red leaves. I got a good part of the sketch completed, adding color and the text ‘Ophelia’ in what I thought was the upper left side of the spread. Duh. I realized afterward (too late, of course) that I’d created the layout upside down. This evening I decided that I’d work with the layout in this new configuration, and removed the text, painting over it with some acrylic paint, and then overlaying it with an acrylic medium transfer. It’s now got a ways to go, but perhaps this reconfigured layout was what was meant to be.

The second November journal, Ally’s amber, amethyst and gold book, showed up today. Hmmm… I’m going to have to “sit” a spell with this one. It has some lovely marbled pages, and so many wonderful pages by the other contributors. It’s quite fun to be on the tail end of the project and be able to share in the enjoyment of the art that was created by those before me.

[Me]… the slug…


May 11, 2005 journal entry
Pieces of Me collaboration – Deb’s Journal

When I was in college, there was a guy that was part of my group of friends called Doug. We’d nicknamed him Doug the Slug, for various and sundry reasons, but probably mostly because it rhymed (and I seem to recall a band that was quite popular at the time called Doug and the Slugs).

Well… I feel like a slug these days. I’m tired. I don’t feel like creating. I am in a slump, but that’s not to say that my brain isn’t brewing on ideas and planning the next assault on my art workbench. I’ve also been doing some reading–checking out art books and periodicals for inspiration, and reading newly purchased books. I’m a sucker for a new book, mostly of the art and self-help kind, and if both subjects are somehow combined, oh boy, move over ‘cuz here I come!

I picked up (and also ordered on Amazon) some books in the last few days. I pre-ordered the sixth Harry Potter book. Then I ordered some books relating to art and its use in therapy, not to mention a few more that relate to journaling and art. I found another book yesterday at Barnes & Noble entitled Creative Utopia: 12 Ways to Realize Total Creativityby Theo Stephan Williams. I started reading the book last night, and am enthralled. I will quote a passage which struck home with me, because it recounts an experience which almost identically replicates my own:

“I was twenty-three, in love and moving in with my soon-to-be fiance. I knew it all. In the basement of my old apartment building, I hurried to purge my belongings. The dumpster outside was totally empty; this would be a piece of cake. I had forgotten about a large unwieldy box that I had stowed away in my assigned storage area. On rediscovering it I was horrified to see that all my diaries, their keys now rusted, my spiral notebooks, old pens, sketches, memories–everything I had so carefully document from an early age–had become stained and mildewed because of a leaky window nearby.

Without another thought I heaved the cumbersome box into the dumpster. Daunted for just a second, I peered into the rubble resting at the bottom of the rusted steel cave, which would soon be picked up by a colossal blue truck and carried to the incinerator. I shrugged away the dismay; I simply didn’t need that stuff any more. Wrong, oh, so wrong, foolish young girl.

I have regretted that loss for many long years and I have become quite a pack rat, keeping everything containing even an inkling of a penned memory, reflection or inspiration from my past. Erasure is impulsive and the result is immeasurable, irretrievable and unforgivable. Enough said.”

I could have written that passage. I did a similar thing in my early 20’s, reading through the diaries that I’d kept from fifth grade through my teens and became so embarrassed by all the blathering about boys and such that I decided that I’d “outgrown” them, and tossed them out, including a bunch of poetry I’d written. To this day I regret that moment of bad judgement, that moment of being so full with my “adult” self that I couldn’t look past the embarrassment and find the strength to keep all of those writings for my future self. I, too, am a consummate pack-rat, in my middle age (just ask my husband).

It’s muggy this evening, although it’s cooled down; I still haven’t quite adjusted to the higher humidity levels that we have here, living closer to the coast, even though it has been almost two years since we’ve moved here. It’s more humid but not quite as cool as it gets closer still to the coast, so we get the muggy without the cooler temperatures. We used to live inland, where the temperature was HOT but it was really dry. In the evenings we’d get the coastal winds blowing through the valleys and it would cool down really nicely (although during the day it would be so hot outside, even at this early time of the year, that I would hole-up inside and not want to venture out much, if it could be avoided). But… the lack of humidity was definitely a plus. The heat combined with the humidity remind me of home (Montreal). I hated it then, and I don’t feel any different about it now.

It’s Sunday night and there are only a few hours left of the weekend. I’m ready for a shower and will read a bit more of this wonderful book and then slumber off. Tomorrow is the start of another week, and there is no such thing as a slow week for me these days.

Respite


Artwork for Staci Allen’s Sage & Violet Color Journal
“Almost Wine”

Wow, what a week. I’ve been really busy at work, and am just exhausted today. I got my massage with Otto this morning at 10:30, which was a much more mellow version of the previous one (though I’m still a bit sore). I’ve been working in Staci Allen’s color journal, whose theme is sage and purple. I received it the other day, and started working in it right away. I felt inspired to paint a couple of little watercolors along with the other pages I made. All this in between my naps today. I’d started the grapes painting last night, but finished it today.

Gabriel and I went to pick up my prescription at the pharmacy this afternoon, and stopped in at Rubio’s for a late lunch. I’d asked Steve to bring home some d’Elia’s meatball grinders from Riverside, as he had gone to Glen Helen to shoot some racing today, and was driving past there on his way back. We ate lunch so late that I ended up only eating a tiny bit of the sandwich… or it could have been all of those Twizzler’s I had… [sigh]


Artwork for Staci Allen’s Sage & Violet Color Journal
“Lavender Farm”

The lavender farm painting was completed this evening. I had such fun painting these. Both were rendered in watercolor, using cake watercolors. I have one more sheet to finish up and I’ve completed work on Staci’s book!

Healing Art Dolls


For many months now, I’ve been taking part in a project that I put out a call for earlier this year — the Healing Art Doll Round Robin. In the gallery section of my website (at http://www.onesundayafternoon.com), you’ll be able to see a more detailed selection of the dolls and journals from the various artists in the two groups that I am in. However, I thought I’d post a photo of the dolls that I am currently working on. The doll in the forefront, with the purple “hair” is Connie Williams’ doll, who is in Group 6. She will be heading out to England this weekend, on to the next person. The doll to her left is my healing doll from Group 2, which has come home to me. And finally, not very visible but nevertheless present is Renata’s doll, from Group 6, to the far left, who I’ve added a head to but whose journal still needs to be worked in. I hope to send her off to England shortly as well.

This project has been a wonderful experience for me. When I put out a call to the various message boards that I subscribe to, I wasn’t certain I’d get any response. I was pleasantly surprised to find that many wanted to participate, and ended up with a huge list of people that eventually was broken down into six groups. As I’ve been working on the dolls and in the journals, I realize that healing is a universal concern to many people, to varying degrees of severity. I am honored to have been in such great company, and that all of the participants shared such personal and important parts of themselves. Blessings to all.