journaling regularly gives you a place

to record thoughts

experiment and juxtapose diverse images together

mark an event

write out thoughts that would normally float through

your mind and leave

sketch a scene.

i thumbed through a little journal on my shelf today

remembering who i was at that moment.  also noticing

how the format of my journals have changed immensely 

from the use of magazine images to original painted images

i miss the simple cut and paste and appreciate both ways of expression.

a few photos from the power of art opening of the 

redondo beach art group.  two of my blue monoprints 

are shown in the first photo.

mixed media, 19 x 24 on bristol paper

with a quick change of settings a my mac

this results and you can have a look

at the values in a piece.

and with a slight chance in the saturation

this results.

ps  i continue to perge and declutter by collecting at least a bag

filled to give away, recycle or throw away.  i say that but look at 

my desk....just saying...i have a long way to go.  and of course,

in the process after a birthday lunch i found a chandelier at anthropologie

 that i was jus that i was looking for...if you can't see the details,

it is wrapped with text paper.   had to have it.  what do you think?

i think i am a consumer/collector at heart.

happy paint party friday.  thanking kristin and eva for this weekly

gather and welcoming all familiar and new friends. 

thank you for sopping by today.

XOXO

start out wandering

looking for the light

destination unknown

journal spread

'and your very flesh

shall be a great

poem'

sabrina ward harrison

acrylic,  gesso

When I Am Among the Trees

When I am among the trees, 

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

   but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves

and call out, "Stay awhile."

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say,

"and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine."

Mary Oliver

it's your journal.  

it does not have to be finished.

it does not have to be pretty.

it does not have to be perfect.

it is yours.  

as my yoga teacher, christopher, says 

at the end  of each session,

this is who you are

right now.

while i could never be an official minimalist,

i am finding the clearing out, passing on of stuff

to be quite satisfying.  the one drawback is that i have not spent

as much time as usual painting.   here i did a bright journal page. 

this week the local print museum in torrance had a fair.  

i have wanted to visit the museum, so what better time than an early 

saturday morning under tents.  come along for a tour...

there was a smorgasbord including sumptuous color

antique and new print machines

posters and other examples of printed material

handmade books

demos

monoprints

hands on

type.

when i got to my car,  it was not even noon

but look at the temp!!!  mother nature has been out in full

force the  week from the blistering heat wave to the stunning moon

display.  life is good. 

XOXO

happy friday you.

posting today with paint party friday friends