i am a comma i sometimes stand in for one of the twins when words from a past life are to be repeated when i feel a little bit moody and out of character i will team up with a no-nonsense full-stop to make a hybrid statement just for a giggle i sometimes apostrophise and … Read More
I am sitting in the kitchen. Walk On The Wild Side (Tok Tok Tok version) playing on the music machine. This post is in real-time format:) Making I am trying to make some blue ink. To this purpose I cut off all the flowers from my dying hyacinths. Water and flowers in a pot. Now I’m … Read More
Epeolatry is the worship of words. Now I wouldn’t go that far, but I do love words and what you can do with them. The value in words, I think, lies in how you string them. Like a beaded necklace. Week 3 in the Paperlove course is all about words. Work I’ve done before with … Read More
collage (according to the Collins English Dictionary) is 1. (Art Terms) an art form in which compositions are made out of pieces of paper, cloth, photographs, and other miscellaneous objects, juxtaposed and pasted on a dry ground 2. (Art Terms) a composition made in this way 3. (Art Terms) any work, such as a piece of music, … Read More
Tada! My very first self stitched paper journal. What excites me even more than my new journal (which I love!), is the future possibilities of my newfound knowledge. I tend to always over-knot things afraid that they would fall apart if I don’t. It seems that a simple reef-knot will do the trick. Perfect imperfection. … Read More
Who received her starter kit in the mail yesterday? It’s me! Beautiful paper samples, papery bits and paper tape. Definitely Paperlove(ly). I also managed to meanwhile rearrange my studio and I think I am ready to start. It seems that I need a fresh start with every project. To get myself properly in the paper … Read More
It’s Monday and I am in paper-heaven. I am starting a course by Paperphilia called Paperlove. I will be sharing my adventure here on the blog. Can’t wait to dig in.
Be wild; that is how to clear the river. The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. … Read More
When I go through the world, I notice that everything has its own pulse – the people, the plants, the trees, the animals, the birds – and if we get quiet enough we can hear each other’s drumbeat. If we keep listening we’ll move to the same rhythm. Do you notice that? In my art when … Read More
In my bedroom hangs an unfinished painting. Every night when I go to bed, I look at it and I can’t quite put my finger on it. It makes me think of.. is it the veil of a bride? or is it a waterfall that covers up immense beauty still to be discovered? or is … Read More