June Journal Pages - Close-Out

I'm leaving for vacation today:

I'll be back July 5th,

but possibly not blogging again until July 9th. 

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Ideas Are Moist

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Madre Ray

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Prairie Blowing

(another with few words,

but everything said)

Pretty Penhead, & Remembering Myself

These two pages go together.

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Page #2 Completed:

Untitled

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These kinds of pages always shock me,

coming from myself --

no words,

but everything said,

& me

knowing enough to stop.

Visible Lift

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Storm

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A prayer of surrender

to the

greater plan of:

The Universe?

The Source?

God?

Goddess?

Out There?

I don't like feeling vulnerable,

let alone deliberately allowing myself to be so.

Hence:  tempest, & feeling naked.

Wild Horse Pass

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[in which I try to 'map' (visually)

some thoughts going on in my head

about the Life Drawing class

I'll be starting in August]

Memory is Listening Here

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Jester

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[I wanted a background that

mimicked graffiti/street art]

Under the Influence of "Should"

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Bedlam Continues, & High Flying Birds

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Heat Surround

Inspiration:

(a page image sent by a friend,

who thought it would look beautiful,

adapted into my journal)

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Smoke - SOS

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Lost Tribe

Intersections

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[acrylics, magazine images, Pitt Pens,

gel pens, Promarkers]

Our Sons, All

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Our Sons, All

They arrive from the

blue-green currents of

the womb,

fast beating a blinding pure pulse.

And as quickly,

the hourglass turns --

black sands of time

relentless

through red life,

white innocence

tinged to black awareness,

tainted by black knowledge,

timed by black death --

Someone's sons.

My son.

Our sons, all.

06/14/12

L. Antonia Brown

Isle of Sky Words

[acrylic, photos, calligraphy ink, vintage

wallpaper, anguish & all my heart]

Parched, and Don't Use Sharpie Paint Pens

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[another exploding Sharpie Paint Pen (the black),

which led to the page below,

entitled Don't Use Sharpie Paint Pens]

Brain Matter On The Loose

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Feral Muse

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[manila file folder substrate, acrylics,

painted paper towel bits, calligraphy ink]

Path In

First,

I talk to myself like this,

in big cliches,

sweeping generalities,

mantras & woo-woo 'talk-speak',

to come at something I'm afraid of.

Then,

on subsequent page(s)

(private),

I get specific.

Intimate With Rain

[manila folder substrate, white page sketch, acrylic,

oil pastel crayon, calligraphy ink]



My Friday Practice

My eyes must close -

rest -

and I breathe -

just my breathing, now,

no movement,

no sound beyond my pulse.

Beautiful, necessary silence.

Wait -wait - breathe and pulse.

The Inner Eye drawing up

globes,

circles of my personal symbols -

colors - impressions - sensations -

images - ideas,

pulsed,

one-by-one,

and oxygenating me again.

The color returns to

my soul, my cheeks, my eyes,

my heart -

collective bloom.

Here is me -

restoring myself

to

my

Self.

06/08/12

[acrylic paint, calligraphy ink, sketch on

white pages paper, Pitt pen,

manila file folder substrate]

After 9

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Wind & Hair

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wind and skin and loving my long hair!

Seriously reveling in it.

The feel and weight and curls of it

seduce me,

a private, intimate exchange.

I lift into the finger-tendrils of my hair --

grazing on my collarbone and back,

tangling with my eyelashes -

golden-brown vision blur,

like a distant, dreamed-of horizon

come close, newly tangible.

... sigh.

Give.

Give in.

Relinquish to self-awareness.

Wind and hair and naked release of self-

privately.

A sensation not really at all

replicated by

anything

else.

**first page for a personal themed project entitled:

REVEAL

(romancing myself)

[acrylic, charcoal sketch on white pages paper, magazine image,

vintage wallpaper cut-outs, watercolor pencils,

black calligraphy ink, paint chips]

Night Creature

Painting a la Flora Bowley --

I recently received her book,

Brave Intuitive Painting.

Very different approach & so

creating difficulty for me.

[Note:  I think this is a good thing!]

1st Before:

[just paint, just throw paint around, play, ad-lib, no plan]

2nd Before:

[more paint play, covering what I didn't like at first, experiments]

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[this took 3 hours of more reworking - a genuine struggle]

[I did NOT like this page until I added my journaling - true story]

At night,

beyond the violet dusk,

comes my poetry soul and all her bravery.

Not only the feeling, but the

permeation of KNOWING.

Ferocity without 'attitude' --

just the muscle of it,

or its sleek bones.

Every thought arrives, prepared --

in paint, with feathers.

I dance, these pens

percussing across paper -

a fingerprint, a trail, a path,

many stars --

illuminating --

illuminated.

I am both a morning person

and

a night creature,

boundless, always --

discovering & discovered.

I am ringed by awareness,

& also

satiated.

Intuition Enters

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