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Hot Flash

unexpected sweats in the  middle of tea with friends drips and puddles in hidden places 43, 44, 45 fire shoots through your skin in the freezer section at the grocery store 46, 47, 48 men                                             o p a u s e
*from the biology of womanhood series, 2012 - present

Inner City Pythia

dark alleys beneath broken lights which way out  one chance, no mistakes silence  night creatures seek food she heads in their direction her path out the ghetto

Summer Flowers

Taming My Monsters, Part II

*handmade paper with texturized wooden frame
Still working on those boxes. Not sure how they are going to turn out. . .  
I used the left over wood to create unique frames for  handmade papers.  
*This paper was made 
from a discarded dictionary. 

Taming My Monsters: Part I

I had this idea for my new  Monster Series: Create large folding boxes  that would contain  imagery and text and tell stories. These boxes would also contain my  handmade papers.
When unfolded,  the boxes would form  complete circles. 



One side a beautiful design. The other side a story. Inside my handmade papers.
Easier to imagine than actually do. I am learning so much about  hard woods, soft woods,  drills, tools Black & Decker, DeWalt,  and instruction manuals. I have so much respect for  artists & crafters who make their final pieces look flawless!

Cerebellum 66

sometimes I have ink left over after I make a  series of prints these days I try to have extra papers around my printing press  so that I can make  marks and  images with all my left overs

Postage Stamps - The Artist's Mark II

Here are a few of my  postage stamps.
I tried to mail as many postcards with the  32 cents rate as possible because the postage stamp rates  seemed to go up by the time I was  finished printing all the cards.
These are the postcards that had the  Periwinkle stamps.
I sprayed all the cards with Krylon's Workable Fixatif. It is acid free/archival and protects the handprinted cards as they go through the USPS machinery. GIVE AWAY: I have three postcards left.   If you are interested in receiving a card, please  post when was the last time you  mailed a postcard (or not). Do you send e-cards? I will make the final selection on July 15th and mail the cards on July 19th. 

Postage Stamps - The Artist's Mark

Until the mid 1900's most of the images on postage stamps were created by engravings. One of the most famous engravers was Czeslaw Slania. Czeslaw Slania created over 1000 postage stamps and was the official court engraver for Sweden, Denmark, and Monaco.
The Smithsonian National Postal Museumhas a candid photograph of Mr. Slania working in his studio.  I was so inspired by Mr. Slania that I created postage stamps for each batch of  postcards. This sign was in the museum.

Sonnet XV

When I consider every thing that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment; That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and check'd even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory: Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay To change your day of youth to sullied night, And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I ingraft you new. William Shakespeare

One Million Bones

Early in the morning on Saturday, June 8, I was walking down the National Mall in Washington, DC and noticed piles and piles and piles 
and piles of bones.
There were lots of teenagers and adults dressed in white and I asked them what was going on.  They said they were part of the  "One Million Bones"  art project.  They were very friendly and explained that the bones were going to be spread across the massive National Mall lawn to raise awareness of the genocides and atrocities in the world today. They said that the project was in their schools and  students helped make the bones. The bones were made from  paper, plaster, clay and  cardboard material. As I was leaving, van loads of people
dressed in white were arriving for the
bone-laying ceremony and events.

Later, I learned that this project is the  brainchild of artist/activist Naomi Natale.
One Million Bones website
Photo credit: Suzanne Coley

Experiments with Green

The creation of lime green paper took a lot longer than I imagined. The more I experiment  with recycled papers, the less I feel I really know.
A few papers look, feel, and tear  the same; however, when I break down their fibers, I discover their chemistry is different.  (I am keeping a record of these types of papers and will post at some point. ) The experiments with creating green, blue,  black, and brown papers  are coming along well.  
I also printed on  a core log.  My next task is to integrate  the handmade sheets with the core logs.

Looking for Stillness

alone searching for balance one with breath stillness creation design

Living Text: Life

Excerpts from The Geometry of Chaos world news suffocates citizens fear seeps into the Dow a new type of Jones black and blue with purple bruises
streets of forgotten dreams luxury cars crash into Earth's gut
change permeates the stale air
Garden of Hope

On a Poet's Lips

On a Poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees i' the ivy-bloom Nor heed nor see, what things they be; But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality! One of these awakened me And I sped to succour thee. Prometheus Unbound I, Percy Shelley

Dreams

embracing the wind and all it blows your way the smell of your first orchid the bite of your first peach the sounds of your first cello the sight of your first tangled alphabet the moment you realize you exist  reality is no longer a dream


Star, Moon, Wind

The World's Wanderers Tell me, thou star whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now?
Tell me, moon, thou pale and grey Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way, In what depth of night or day Seekest thou repose now?
Weary wind, who wanderest Like the world's rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest On the tree or billow?                         Percy Shelley, 1824

Geometry of Chaos

Grief and Joy  come circling



Inside the World of Art

The Process The Questions Discussing how. Explaining why.
The Vision

Joy

the sun came out and  I was reminded how beautiful life is

Once upon a time

there was a woman of the world