Day: December 31, 2007

Journals

Pens

Shelly

Sun

The subject comes up periodically in just about every one of my art groups, of how to write on various media. Some pens just won’t write on some surfaces. One of the most difficult things to cover is watersoluble crayons. If you use them, and have tried to write over them, you know what I mean. A very thin application can usually be written on in pencil, Pitt pen, Prismacolor, oil pencils, etc. For thicker applications, about the only thing I’ve found that works consistently, without clogging, is an old fashioned dip pen and India ink.

Art, Collage, Journals

Harry and David Pears

Shelly

The problem with my scanner being recognized was due to Zone Alarm. All is now well!

Pears
acrylic, Portfolio watersoluble crayons, eraser stamp, RoseArt ColorSharp metallic marker, fruit wrapper, and ink in composition book
9 3/4 x 15 inches

I messed around with this last night, while watching The Amazing Race. I was annoyed to see Kynt and Vyxsin go. Even when they had a melt-down, they did so without being mean to each other. Not an easy task, I think, under the circumstances. They did well, and they ought to be proud of themselves for that. Not so much the team that came in ahead of them. Aieee! I hope they’re sufficiently embarrassed by their behavior, but somehow, I doubt it.

Altered Books, Art, Collage, Found Poems, Poetry

A Tiny Cell

Shelly

A Tiny Cell
A Tiny Cell
collage, Neocolors II, packing tape transfer, with found poetry in altered book
9 3/8 x 11 3/4 inches

A Tiny Cell

All that you have
they do not want.

Suspected
schemed
intended to renounce the world
to ask for protection,
Scattering on the earth
giving shelter
a tiny cell
a shrine to the martyrs,
Like others before and since,
Obligations
all the heavier
because they were so often denied.

This spread gave me all kinds of fits. It helped to put down a protective layer of acrylic matte medium before blocking out the text, but I didn’t apply it to the margins. Duh. So, of course, I got crayon everywhere. And then, I couldn’t find any imagery I liked with the text. I wasted a few hours last night, trying to put something together, before giving up. It wasn’t until this evening, while I was on the phone with my mom and rummaging through a drawer of old magazine clippings, that I found something I liked. When all else fails, go for the giant brain, right?

The transparent box is actually a tape transfer I did of another magazine clipping. I liked its dark, smoky, uncertain quality. It was the borders of the box, and the way they tied everything to the text, that sold me.