Friday, June 29, 2012

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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Completed:
Ideas Are Moist

Completed:
Madre Ray

Completed:
Prairie Blowing
(another with few words,
but everything said)

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Pretty Penhead, & Remembering Myself

These two pages go together.

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Completed:

Page #2 Completed:

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Untitled

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Completed:
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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Completed:

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Storm

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Completed:
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.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Wild Horse Pass

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Completed:
[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]

Friday, June 22, 2012

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Jester

Completed:
[I wanted a background that
mimicked graffiti/street art]

Under the Influence of "Should"

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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Bedlam Continues, & High Flying Birds

Completed:
Completed:


Heat Surround

Inspiration:
(a page image sent by a friend,
who thought it would look beautiful,
adapted into my journal)
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Completed:

Monday, June 18, 2012

Intersections

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Completed:

[acrylics, magazine images, Pitt Pens,
gel pens, Promarkers]

Friday, June 15, 2012

Our Sons, All

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Completed:

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]

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Parched, and Don't Use Sharpie Paint Pens


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Completed:
[another exploding Sharpie Paint Pen (the black),
which led to the page below,
entitled Don't Use Sharpie Paint Pens]

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Brain Matter On The Loose

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Completed Page:

Feral Muse

Background - First Run:
Completed Page:

[manila file folder substrate, acrylics,
painted paper towel bits, calligraphy ink]

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

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]


Monday, June 11, 2012

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]

Saturday, June 9, 2012

After 9

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Completed Page:

Friday, June 8, 2012

Wind & Hair

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Completed Page:
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]

Thursday, June 7, 2012

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]
Completed Page:
[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.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Intuition Enters

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