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Showing posts from February, 2015

Fortune Friday #36

Your dreams are never silly; depend on them to guide you.
Lucky color: mustard yellow
Lucky numbers: 10, 15, 25, 27, 40, 50

Butterflies without flowers

Mental Monday #12

Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through.   ~Ronald David Laing, Scottish psychiatrist

Fortune Friday #35

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.  Lucky color: Red

Temperature of the Soul

Paralyzing chill brought snow squalls  straight into her soul.  Sounds, foreign, and unspeakable, formed cyan symphonies
in places she couldn't see. Vibrating memories,
an emotional blizzard.  Deep, low pitched
screams.  Defrosted time.
Pressure waves of the soul.

*Poetry & image from handmade C-Book by Suzanne Coley, February 18, 2015

Mental Monday #11

Some days it's about taming the chaos. . .

Bookbinding: Needle, Thread, Patience . . .

These are some of my tools I use when making books.

Happy Valentine's Day

Love is the adhesive that glues all the broken 
pieces of your life into a beautiful form. by Suzanne Coley *I am reposting my image and quote with warm wishes on this special Love Day.  sc

Fortune Friday #34

Opportunities surround you if you know where to look. Lucky Numbers: 2, 13, 15, 25, 38, 50

Mental Monday #10

Reaching the Top
It took 72 years to reach the top.  She never thought she could climb it.  Living on the bottom taught her not to look that far up. Sunny and mild for a winter day, the sky was clear.The weatherman predicted snow storms.She put on her new wool gloves.She had been admiring them for a few months.Yesterday when she walked by the boutique and saw that they were no longer in the window, she went inside and inquired.One pair left and they would never go on sale.She bought them.
Her new gloves went past her thin wrists, to her forearms.Once on, she lifted them to her nose and took a deep breath.The walk to the top would take 60 minutes.That’s all she needed to reflect on her simple life.No big goals achieved, no big dreams chased, no celebration for her birthday.Simple and quiet she lived in a small town.
From that height, she noticed the river beneath.How the snow would cover everything, make everything still and silent.The wind picked up and the snowy paws of pines began to b…

Paper making with Newspaper

Overcoming the technical challenges of making art paper from newspaper: I am currently working on a project that requires using recycled newspapers.
 I really like the detail of paper made from printed material,
however, newspaper isn't archival, quickly becomes muddy in texture,
and turns various shades of grey.
After adding 100% cotton to the newspaper pulp, I am pleased with the results.  Calcium carbonate was also added to the pulp to further balance the pH and archival quality.

Language of Gratitude: Fortune Friday #33

One should not forget the language of gratitude. Lucky Numbers: 1, 2, 6, 27, 33, 56

May you have a happy and blessed Friday!

Stolen Breath

Tell Me What We Need . . .
When I moved to Baltimore, I removed many boxes from two storage units in Brooklyn. Last week I opened a few of these boxes and discovered handprinted lithographs for a book I never completed.

Title: Stolen Breath -- an inside view of domestic violence.  This year I hope to remove these prints permanently from these boxes.

Mental Monday #9

Our memories are card-indexes consulted, and then put back in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.  ~ Cyril Connolly

Kick Off Time