Wandering Senses Journal - pages continue

Pour Us Wine on the left. I Fear The Evens on the right. Unwalled on the left. Without Asking on the right. The Great Summons. Break, Break, Break on the left. Enter and Learn on the right.

The Wounded Cupid / Fool and False

Remember this preliminary layout? I liked the left, not the right. Ultimately, I felt it to be really jarring in the context of the rest of the pages in what's becoming this Wandering Senses journal. Hail Gesso, Well Met (not to mention sand paper)!! Twelve gesso and one ink layer later, one layout becomes another. I love the ink blot technique -- drip & drizzle ink on one page, press it to the other, see what emerges, let that inspire the layout.

Page Titles: I have, since the age of probably 16, accumulated four million twelve thousand two hundred and ninety-one pages of typed lines from poetry -- well, anyway, enough pages that I've filled a 3" binder. These are the lines that, as I've read various poetry volumes, stirred me, pissed me off, intrigued me, tickled my fancy, or just plain puzzled me. Over the course of collecting all these, I've also managed to lose their individual sources.

Hence, I can only say that the titles of these Wandering Senses pages are poetry fragments not my own, but nonetheless truly wonderful. I used to do the same thing to name each and every journal entry but find I don't get the same energy from that anymore. Now either the name pops up once the layout is done, or ... whatever, it doesn't. & the beat goes on.

Wandering Senses - More

Reach For Me. The Fever of My Distance

My Weight

My Weight. This page is actually in my Wandering Senses journal, but is a response to the latest Art Journal Gypsies prompt as well. My prompt cues for this were: medieval, purple, metallic, red, color-washed, images/words.

Introducing: The Wandering Senses Journal (AKA: Lime Journal from Julie P.)

My lime Julie journal has become my inward map journal, themed/named Wandering Senses. Thursday night I did these layouts in probably less than an hour -- once I'd made my decision on the theme, the backgrounds and everything else POURED out of me. A.S. I Am. A for Antonia, my real name. S for Sirena, my private name for myself, for various reasons. Stencils, stamps, paint. The introductory page. Secret Purpose. My favorite bird image, transferred onto a portion of my desk blotter using a Chartpak Blending Pen and a copy of the image. I just read about this technique in Somerset Studio, and FINALLY!! A TRANSFER TECHNIQUE THAT REALLY WORKS!!!! I did the same thing with the engineering stamp across the bottom of the page. Drizzled India Ink. Sheer loveliness. Toni CAN work in/on tiny -- who knew? The size of the pages is forcing me to edit in new ways -- a little goes a LONG way on these pages. The Great Summons. Mermaids, a running horse, palm fronds, all images from my personal symbology. Fabulous page, this! This began when I dripped my Bombay teal ink on the left, then blotted it with the right side, giving rise to this butterfly. The rest flowed out. Butterflies (mariposas) are a personal symbol, and also something My Beloved Aunt Judy adores -- anyway very close to my heart. Flowus Interruptus here -- never make art on a Friday night, Toni! At any rate: I have a line from a magazine that sparked this page: REAPING THE RAINS. But it morphed into something else. I like the left side, not the right, and I stopped working on it because the page and I found ourselves at fierce and frustrated checkmate at 9 p.m. last night. I'm going to move on in the journal, leave this alone, and come back to it at some point.