Yesterday we decided to do something different and get out of the house. So we drove over to a park on a local lake and sat and watched the water and a few boats. I found a bait box with a sticker on it I wanted so I picked up the box and kept it. A little later we saw an eagle try for and miss a fish and fly off. That was when I knew I had to do a journal page with the sticker. Here it is.
This is in my Ranger art journal. This page was all about pattern and texture. I used a stencil and a pallet knife to get stencil paste on the page then did some color washes over it, scrubbing back over the paste to reveal the edges. Then some acrylic ink dribbles, white gel pen marking and some printed words to finish off with.
A little over a year ago, my dad passed away. The money I inherited from him enabled me to quit my much hated job at Walmart and stay home with my husband who is in the middle stages of dementia. One of the first things I did after Daddy passed was sign up for an online art class. It was an artist who kept popping up in my Pinterest feed and I loved her work. I visited her website and discovered her classes. She is an artist who lives and teaches in a small village in France. Her name is Laly Mille if you care to google her. I loved the class and really loved getting into a new art form, mixed media. I signed up for a second class, made some more stuff I loved. This gave me the courage to start trying new things and a friend gave me a blank journal in honor of my “retirement”. The second class had me start another journal for class projects. I have since finished the first two journals and bought a new journal and the friend gifted me another one. I’m also making a junk journal with papers saved from envelopes, rescued from the trash, Gelli prints, (which is another rabbit hole to go down). I’m also using old photos and postcards, handwritten quotes by my mother and old book pages.
I’ve been having so much fun creating in the journals so I thought I would share some of my favorite pages with you. here’s the first one. In these pages, unless attributed to an author, the poems are my original writings.
I go to the place
Where the big trees are,
And stand.
I see the sunlight
Shining through centuries
of limbs and branches.
I breathe the air filtered
By these giants of the mountains
and feel small and safe
and grateful
at their feet.
Random splash of light coming through the front door light.
Dragonfly's Dance 
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