Showing posts with label art journal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art journal. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

WOYWW? - chaos

When I looked at the images I felt I should try to explain (justify?) the chaos...

My actual workspace is not too bad:


I'm applique/embroidering a cushion for my neighbour for her birthday.

Only the thing is that is NOT my desk... it's a coffee table, I could tell you I am working there because I live in an unconverted barn whilst restoring our breton ruins into habitable homes

It looks pretty here but there are actually no doors windows , the ones you can see fall out if you breathe on them...We have also replaced the roof (and a few A frames).....I hanker for a floor ....


I could also tell you, because we are on dirt floors and single thickness sparsely mortared walls, I need to work in close proximity to our wood burner.


If those were my claims I would be lying, the coffee table is todays workspace quite simply because, in getting out what I needed to make the cushion (fabric floss buttons etc), I totally trashed all the other workspaces




...and I couldn't just put away one set of stuff to get out the other because on Friday I will be wanderlusting  then returning to the sewing...

My main problem today is:

where to put my coffee...

  

Chaotic...

it's a wonder I manage to produce anything eh?



Tuesday, 24 January 2017

politics and poppies and a coca cola advert....



So it's wanderlust art journaling week 3, this week our tutor painted flowers using ink and paintbrush to draw, then colour in, then repurposing a printed photo image of the original in two additional pages.  Most enjoyable, especially since I have never before considered using this style of painting in my journals.

Page one:



The quote is from one of my many art journalling reference books, and it struck a chord.  'Home is not where you live it is where they understand you'.  Despite being a migrant I am home and my adoptive country understands me and has made me welcome.

I thought a lot about 'where I belong' whilst doing these two pages,  hence my second page with my Winston Churchill quote.  It's a quote that makes me cry every time I read it these days....








The third page I decided to be a bit more personal and the story is just a few words about me...




 and then bizarrely I have this song stuck in my head - 'I'd like to teach the world to sing...'

Hmmmmm