So this is all going on*– my index finger hurts because I bent back the nail; the world is coated with yellow-green oak pollen; the dog is lying here in the living room with both ears up on high alert; my son is out with his friend; and I am sitting in a chair, Trying To Write, with Suffragette City winding around and around in my brain:
Oh don’t lean on me man
Cause you can’t afford the ticket
I’m back on Suffragette City
Oh don’t lean on me man
Cause you ain’t got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight… she’s alright
Before dinner I went through some old magazines and pulled out pictures to use in collage and I thought again how my hobbies are childish. Cutting up magazines, making jewelry from beads and wire, gluing twine onto a balloon– these seem like the preoccupations of a ten-year-old girl. Is there something childish about wanting to make things with my own hands? Or is it the things themselves– collages, bead necklaces and bracelets, coasters, pillows, mish-mash quilted throws– just a few things I’ve made over the last while– do they lack some adult and serious quality.
I don’t know. Continue reading
One thing I like to do when I want something more visual in my journal is to add a pie chart. I usually do something simple, like this:
It’s a listicle. No, just a list. What with various goings on around here and the heat, my brain has shut down. I hope for a reboot in September. But meanwhile, here’s my list of Things I Really Don’t Care About. Continue reading
So when I was little, I read all of the Laura Ingalls Wilder books and pretended to be a pioneer. I never ate a pig’s tail but I did convince my mother to let me pour maple syrup on the the snow to make maple syrup snow candy. At least that’s the way I remember it. Continue reading
Lists are fun things to keep in your art journal, especially when you’re trying to get a journal entry done quickly. You could include personal lists like favorite songs, favorite books, etc. or even your to-do list– assuming you don’t keep your list on your arm.
But just in case it isn’t, I am sharing my list of ways to cheer up, from my journal:
Note: If you are unfamiliar with this song, Andy Williams’ version is the one you always hear. Sometimes I just don’t feel that giddy Christmas exhilaration he evokes, but more of a freewheeling I’m-so-not-ready-for-Christmas anxiety. Hence the list.