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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

the making of tiny things...

it's been a miniature kind of few days. 

i've shrunk into my artistry,
and with microscopic eyes, 
concentration zooms in,
 to activate these new creatures.

creatures?... you might say.

yes - creatures, 
for to me they seem to come alive,
in their own small way.



 










and this arrived in the mail,
which created much excitement.






Monday, July 18, 2016

Something new..


This new journal, I am really loving.

It's been a week -
 working through the stages;

tearing, staining, 
drying & pressing the paper,

preparing the reclaimed leather cover,

adding the fabric & endpapers.

& stitching the book.

I was thrilled to find some fabric,
that matched the endpapers well.










Thursday, July 14, 2016

In the Moment

 These days I feel very much in the moment. 
Creating seems to come with ease & flow. 
Amidst the winter mornings, 
I take quiet moments in a cafe to journal and reflect. 

Then to the atelier where I create journals,
in which others may reflect. 
Those I may never meet, who may go places I might never go. 

This in itself - it's like a sparkle to me. 
The unknown, 
that allows me to imagine and wonder. 

In my quiet moments, 
this is what I do.
Imagine, and wonder.

I figure it's good to always keep the mind sharp.
Sharp as a razor.
Stimulate, educate -
be alert, aware and awake.

With wet ground underfoot and clear blue sky above,
I arrived at the atelier the other morning,
and immediately began taking photographs. 

Here I share these sights taken around my atelier.

majestic native trees


this odd collection of wonder...

always captures my eye..

preserved in stone..
antique French mangle cloth..

hand-aged and drying in the morning sun..

excited to use this in some up & coming journals..
The Daisy Journal 
Meditations

The Storyteller

The Traveler






Thursday, June 9, 2016

Rainy Thursday Creations

In between bouts of grey stormy skies
and intermittent humid rain,

I scurried back & forth with white dry paper 
to stain for a few hours,
whilst also fetching the wet & stained pieces to dry.

In my monotonous meditative state, 
I took each piece, 
one by one,
and laid them out flat like a puzzle. 

The radio hummed. 
I saw journals in the making.

I began to create & worked right through the day
uninterrupted
solid
and found my niche.

These rainy wintry days, 
are little sanctuary's.

Two new journals in store.


















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