Art Journals

whoops? I am so far behind in posting photos, I don’t even think I can be bothered to play catch up posting them all. So I think I will just make a couple posts of the highlights so far, and continue on as per usual.

Let’s start with some art. In fact, let’s start with the book I’m doing the art in. WHICH I MADE ALL BY MYSELF (plus this wonderful, fantastic YouTube tutorial).

boom! my first hand bound book!!! I went with a coptic stitch because 1) it’s easy, 2) I love the exposed spine look, and 3) it always lays flat when opened . I also left the covers plain because I was in too much of a hurry to start binding, I didn’t want to wait to decorate them haha. the yellow thread was the best choice, too, it’s so cheery! color of the year!!

first session in my brand spankin’ new art journal. inspiration came fast and hard from a spread by Frances Pickering (, and this is what happened. this isn’t the first time I’ve ever embroidered into paper, but the first time I’ve used it so directly into the design. it was more of an experiment that went really well, and I will definitely be doing it again. I’m glad I didn’t get rid of all that cotton embroidery thread I had from when I was younger and used to make bracelets out of. without it I couldn’t have made this book, and I guess I know what I’ll be doing with the rest of it, too!

above: collage from an article out of the January1994 issue of National Geographic. I saw the article and really couldn’t resist.

below: the start of another collage that transformed into a background. I haven’t finished it yet, but I know what I’m going to do; now it’s just a matter of finding the right image.

I haven’t drawn or even sketched in so long it’s almost ridiculous. sitting down to fill in this guy felt great!

the blackout poem on the right is from quite a while ago. it was a page I ripped out of a previous art journal, but then I started reading it and this happened. I couldn’t bear to throw it away, but I didn’t know what to do with it, so I kept it in a folder for a few months. it’s been floating loose around my room for a couple of weeks, and today I knew exactly what to do with it. see ma! being a packrat isn’t so bad all the time!!! sometimes stuff is useless, sometimes stuff makes a person sit down for the first time in almost a year to sketch the first man she’s ever sketched. sometimes, good things really do come from stuff.

the text reads:

a mysterious figure

A tall, intense looking man, with burning eyes, he was as thin as death and seemed worried and tense.

She looked at him now, and he caught her eye. Suddenly, she remembered seeing his photograph in the newspapers.

He looked like a man who had been through hell.

“The whole world has been wondering what happened to you.”

“I have escaed,” he said simply.

That was ominous; it sounded as if the Nazis might still be after him.

A bitter expression cam over his face.

“I did not want to leave my country. But if I had stayed, my work might have contributed to a Nazi victory.”

Her dilemma was resolved.


So I thought I was a week behind on posting my pictures…try two and a half! They’re a lot more fun to take than they are to download from the camera, edit, upload to Flickr, and post…


I started a new art journal, and boy does it feel good. I used to have quite a few going all at once and I was working in them all the time, but for some reason fell out of the habit.

The drawing is something I started when I was in Wales, but never got around to finishing it. Sounds familiar…

Speaking of unfinished art journal pages…! I found a box of fabric scraps and just couldn’t stop touching. Since I can’t sew with them, I thought I’d add some glue and paper.


It’s like this: Inspiration hits and there’s a mad flurry of creation, and then suddenly you realize the sun is setting and you’re hungry, but by the time you get back with food the inspiration train of thought has left your station. Oh well. I’m sure it’ll come back some day.

If we were lost in fields of clover? Would we walk even closer until the trip was over? And would it be okay if I didn’t know the way?

I’ve been listening to lots of Josh Turner lately, no regrets.

Anyway, more catching up from the end of February. …I’m a little behind, so sue me.






Favorite pages/spreads from some of my art journals.

Top left: the first person I ever drew. Yer!
Top right: “When the world says “give up”, hope whispers “try it one more time.”
Bottom left: just playing around with new techniques.
Bottom right: “Let a person walk alone with few wishes, committing no wrong, like an elephant in the forest.” Buddhist poem.

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My last post was in September?! I almost don’t even know where to start!
Ich habe noch nicht seit September geschrieben?!  Ich weiß nicht, wo ich beginnen soll!

The painting I’ve been working on (for a few years now) is sitting dusty. I haven’t worked on it since my last blog post, despite knowing exactly how I want to finish it. Is it laziness or something else? Who am I kidding, it’s just laziness. I haven’t quit art or anything extreme like that though! In fact, just a week ago I retired my altered book art journal. There are a few blank pages at the end, but it just felt like the right time to end it. I still have a backlog of pages to scan and upload to Flickr, but they’ll get there eventually.

In the mean time, I’ve started my next art journal, which is where the photos above come from. It’s quite small, a ringbound 6×6 by Canson, but I’m relishing the new page format.  I’ve worked so long on pre-textured pages, so the blank white is a very nice change. Now I can sketch without having to prep a page with messy glue and paper.

On another note, Christmas is only a couple weeks away, and I’m definitely feeling the strain already. I’m saving up for a Big Spend just after Christmas, and boy is it going to be big. The most money I’ll have spent on any one thing.

Canon EOS Rebel T3i, you will be mine.

Since I’ve been naughty and haven’t kept up with this blog, the next post I make will be a photo post of some of things I’ve been doing since September.

But for now, auf Wiedersehen!

I liked this one a lot better in theory than I do now that I’ve written all over it, BLEH!  I still like the look of it, maybe I’d like it more with smaller writing, but what’s done is done innit.  It almost kills me to do this, but here’s what I wrote:

The ocean is poetry in motion, the ebb & flow, low tide hight tide, bad times & good times.  Life is not a roller coaster ride, it’s the ocean.  Life is poetry in motion.  Endless depths, an endless supply of anything you could ask for (unless everyone else wants it too).  Life is a mess, it makes no sense.  Just an abstract poem, a piece of prose with no meaning.  You can say so as many times as you like that everything has a point, a purpose, but that doesn’t make it true.  We are not mindless tides, there is no moon dictating our emotional tides.  The timeline of our tides has nothing to do with time, time is a figment of our imagination.  Highs & lows seem to come so regularly, regardless of how long they actually take to get here.

Oh well.  Live and learn.  Next time, I’ll have to do a bit of planing out what I’m going to say rather than just going for it – didn’t work out so well this time!

The more I look at this page the more I hate it.  Time to go.