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
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…
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.
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.