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Tag: altered books

Visual Journal Page 55: Bedtime Bear

When I realized what visual journal page I was blogging about today I was equal parts heart warmed and melancholy. This visual journal page is for my Kody Bear who lived a long 13.5 years, but went on to puppy heaven two and a half years ago. Kody Bear was sweet, snuggly *at his discretion,*…

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Visual Journal Page 41: Already on Edge

I was already on edge. I had woken up early, showered, carefully selected my most professional outfit. I was driving on 285 en route to an interview. It wasn’t just any interview. It was an interview at a well regarded private school that happened to be across the street from where my husband worked, we…

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Visual Journal Page 40: A Part of Me

While in college I began creating large scale paintings of women in fancy dresses. I would paint the figures and background in oil paint, then construct intricate dresses out of fabric. I would often take these very high class, traditional looking ladies and place them into an unpredictable scene. A glass might be smashed, someone…

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Gelli Printmaking Crash Course From a Self Taught Printmaker

This year I taught myself how to create gelli prints a few days before I started teaching it to students. I had been interested in trying it for a couple of years, especially after seeing a demo of it at the New York NAEA conference in 2017. When it came time to plan a quick,…

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Visual Journal Page 38: Whispers Make My Ears Itch

This visual journal page is one of those quirky, fun pages that I love falling back on when inspiration just doesn’t seem to hit. I have an ongoing list of visual journal page ideas, and this one lived there for a long time before it became a reality. Sometimes it seems like inspiration is overflowing….

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Visual Journal Page 37: Foggy Mornings

Looking at this visual journal page immediately takes me back to my commute to my first job. My first art position was at a high school outside of Atlanta. I drove 40 minutes straight east everyday until I hit the small town where I worked. It was a very boring drive, straight highway lined with…

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