I've been quiet on the eastern front for awhile. I have been reading your blogs dear blog friends but perhaps not commenting. Going inward and going outward doing some needed tasks.
Here's what I've done recently:I cleared out two "ART" boxes and gave away most of the assemblage type items within. I wont be doing assemblages any more. My son removed a huge and heavy piece of furniture that was my Dad's from my den/studio giving me space to set up a second long worktable plus a small bookcase for supplies.
Bound up an 8x10 journal a la Teesha Moore as seen above from one sheet of 22x30 inch printmaking paper. This will be my Authentic Voice journal.
Made an assemblage in a wooden cigar box for my friend old pajamas who drove all my boxes up to NH from Cape Cod at Thanksgiving. I'd wanted to make this for him for some time. He fishes and also writes Haiku. In the little accordion book on the left hand side I wrote one of his haiku. The handmade paper was made by Joanne B. Carr.
An old Cape Cod postcard and some pressed seaweed and beach glass adorns the front of the box. I made the paste paper.
More paste paper and a print made by one of old pajamas' friends. This is the last assemblage I will do. I dont think I am patient enough for this craft.
I also bound up an 80 paged journal using some of the purchased handmade paper I bought last week for the cover. This is also for old pajamas. I am completing two similar journals for myself. Also I finished 16 peace cards (guess I'll take a break from my goal of 100).
Meanwhile, I think I would like to do a large well piece on rice paper. Not sure what size exactly. I created this well piece last year using foam core. The rocks are raised. I glued on pine needles.
I have written before about the old well on this property I live on, flat to the ground with crumbling rocks outlining it. I am fascinated by it.
I also attempted an acrylic on canvas painting after the foam core piece. Not sure if this needs more.
I envision presenting (to myself, I guess) the well in various forms. I think maybe even an artists book. Or an altered book around the theme.
I will use this poem I wrote in January(which some of you have seen before) as part of the "exhibit." (I may even have a tree branch with cloutie rags hanging from it like prayer flags.)
The Cloutie Well
Over the crumbling stone wall
beneath the dead and crackling
branches of dying pines
lies the old well.
Flat to the ground
clogged with leaves
full to overflowing.
I kneel on the stone surround
bend low and listen
for the dairy farmers lilting tones
for the moan of the cows.
I tie a ragged cloth
torn from an old sheet
on the branch above my head.
A cloutie well I'll make
a healing place.
My strip of linen
flying alone in the muffled wind.
A turkey clucks,
the hawk circles overhead.
In the distance,
the sound of a gun.
I am setting a goal for myself of wanting to do one thing well(no pun intended), instead of many things in a slipshod manner. Must decide what that one thing will be but right now I want to do above described exhibit.