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

Completed:

Madre Ray

Completed:

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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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]

Memory is Listening Here

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Jester

Completed:

[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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Completed:

[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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Completed Page:

Feral Muse

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Completed Page:

[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]