anthony machado poem

Hand lettered on painted canvas.  I've always been fond of this poem since I heard Laurie Doctor recite it repeatedly a few years ago.

this must be divine

Traveling the world of artist's blogs, I stumble upon some very interesting forms of art.  Here's one that you may have seen.  I think they are simply referred to as Paper Wallets.  There's lots of variations.  Three nights ago, I thought I would attempt a quick-and-dirty shot at making one.  Here is the wallet I created, folded in half.  I simply removed the cover from my Yoga Journal magazine, created the folds and whipped it through my sewing machine without any regard for perfection or accuracy.  Just wanted to get the feel for it.

I transferred my most used pieces from my large wallet into the paper wallet to make sure the items fit properly...my drivers license, my debit card, Costco card, Target debit card and cash.  Here's the inside peek

After completing the project, I decided that while it was fun and whimsical, I would probably not be making more and use my artistic muse pursuing other endeavors.

The very next day, leaving for work, I grabbed my wallet and put it into my purse and realized that I transferred all my items into this paper creation so grabbed it as well.

That night, at my place of employment, my purse was stolen from the office it was in, fully equipped with cameras.  Not long after, the purse was found in the men's restroom garbage can.  The wallet was stolen, but apparently the thief wanted nothing to do with this silly paper creation.

The definition of divine is "of, from or like God".  With a grateful heart, I agree.

more practice pieces

I am working on hand lettering on fabric.  Actually painted fabric, primarily acrylic and gesso covered muslin and canvas.  It is not as smooth or easy as paper, but certainly a very tactile, sensual exercise.  Still working on my versals.  This piece is a quote from Jack Kerouac.

And here is my little fabric angel

book stacks

Here are my precious creations all stacked waiting to be filled.  Handmade books.  What could be more lovely?  All blank books awaiting to be born into life.  Found this delightful site this morning...The Altered Page and had to participate.  What stacks do have in your studio?

When I Met My Muse by William Stafford

This poem is another favorite of mine from William Stafford.  I've learned lots of things about my muse this past year.  We're pretty tight these days.  What is it that your muse is speaking to you?

This piece is hand lettered with acrylic ink on painted canvas.

in the studio this morning

Hand lettered with lead pencil on handmade paper embedded with yarns, newsprint and other random bits and things.  Colored pencil on counters.

more versal practice

Hand lettering on canvas remnants.

more canvas pieces

This is a piece that I randomly created the grid with dimensional paints.  Afterwards, I hand lettered the quotation using the Twinkling H2O's. 

Below is another acrylic painted canvas rectangle that I lettered on again, using the Twinkling H2O's.  Another favorite from Rainer Maria Rilke.

William Stafford Poetry

This is one of my favorite poems by William Stafford.  Hand lettered on hand painted canvas cloth. I like the way the letters bleed.

fun, fabric pieces

Some times it is relaxing to just create for no reason or purpose but for the love of it.  I'm lucky I get to do this from time to time.  Today was one of those days.  Free.  Spirited.  Mini fabric pieces while playing in the studio.

paste paper books and rumi

I recently completed binding a bunch of small paste paper books from the papers I created in Teri Martin's class.  It is fun to actually make something from them.  This is my second completed book.  I love this poem by Rumi.