Creativity: Artist Scrapbook 7

This on the back of the last page from last week, a sheet of plain old Kraft paper, but embellished with a piece of beautiful orange hand made paper, and one of my photos – which is actually upside down, now I look at it again! Oh well, perfection is dull and rules are for bending, especially in an artist journal of any kind. A quote from the Dalai Lama makes a commentary on the Kurt Cobain clippings, and I encircled them with words to live by – Peace, Love, Empathy, Justice, Compassion, Kindness, Respect, Warmhearted, Affectionate – written using a wonderful pencil which has all the colours of the rainbow in one lead. There are other colour combinations available. if you don’t have one, seek one (or more) out -very rewarding to draw with, too!as19

The next page is a postcard advertising an art exhibition, to which I have added an image from a magazine and an inspiring quote (from a book catalogue, I think). You never know where you will find some piece that will be just what you wanted – if you see something like this that you know you’ll use, cut (or tear) it out and add it to your stash immediately. Otherwise you’ll waste a lot of time trying to find it again…as extraI liked the text on the back of the postcard, but stapled an old family photo over the rest, adding a few fairy stamps, just because. Stamps of all sorts are an excellent tool in the artists stash, although they can be quite expensive. I’ve bought some fancy ones at fancy prices, but it’s worth haunting the ‘craft’ aisle in “cheap shops” (you know the kind I mean) as they sometimes stock  useful things like sheets of clear stamps – flowers and bugs never go astray – and the clear acrylic blocks to attach them to. Cheaply!as20

And always remember, when making your personal artist scrapbook out of your stash of bits and pieces, using anything and everything from your stash of art supplies…as21

THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTE RULES!

Except “have fun with it”.

Creativity: Artist Scrapbook 6

as16This is a detail of the last page I showed you last week – a pretty little envelope hinged onto the page with a piece of sticky tape. Inside, a card embellished with a piece of batik fabric, with a lovely message written inside to a man I never knew. He was a friend of a friend, who was given some of his things after he died, and she passed this on to me, along with a tear-shaped piece of  lapis lazuli. Maybe I should put it back in it’s envelope..

as17On the back of that page, another handwritten note. There is also a quote from the Dalai Lama, not visible in this pic- “The point is to try to develop the scope of one’s empathy in such a way that it can extend to any form of life that has the capacity to feel pain and experience happiness.” One doesn’t have to be a Buddhist to aspire to that, I think.

as18Here, there’s a short poem that refers to a mirror, and a receipt for, amongst others, Mirrorball, by Pearl Jam and Neil Young. “The future is waiting for you”, the horoscope asserts (deep). “Dead Man” is a favourite movie, and Neil Young did the soundtrack. The William Carlos Williams quote comes from his introduction to “Howl”, the famously controversial and wonderful poem by Allen Ginsberg. If you haven’t read it, maybe it’s time…I read it on the train to Castlemaine on the day that the Kennett government was swept out of office – truly a day to remember!

Friday Poem: Strange

Written at a time of confusion, on a day when I was listening to Frank Black and the Catholics, and reading the wise words of the Dalai Lama, this poem is me looking for the way, not around, but through…I seemed, as ever, just on the verge of something, about to enter something new…

Little master
Wait for me
The world is strange
And no stranger
With or without you

Little master
Whatever happens
Wait for me
Attached or detached
To you or from you

Little master
I still know nothing
Wait for me

Little master
Precious master
I’m coming through
Frank Black and the Dalai Lama
Will open another door

Wait for me.

peace

Truth is, life changes every day,  and we never can know what that is we think we glimpse through the doorway of tomorrow.

And that’s OK.