In Which It Is to Laugh

Last night while I was at the library I scanned one of the art journal pages I’ve been working on.

Which is good, because I’m not going back to that library any time soon after the way they’ve treated my mother and me.

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I just don’t want to be stuck here forever. Acrylics, collage, ink and gel pen.

Originally the mammoth skeleton was because being stuck in a rut feels like straying into an antediluvian tar pit. But then our car got hosed, literally stranding us, and then we got trampled by the fossilized attitudes of the local queen bee and her minions.

So, you know. Check out my layers of meaning!

Maybe in a few million years whatever life still exists on this miserable planet will dig up my skeleton and find it educational.

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In Which I Make It Through January

Index cards for the last 4 days of January, 2015
Index cards for the last 4 days of January, 2015

Still no camera or scanner in working order.  But I did make 31 index cards in January (and so did my mom!).

I’ve had better months, but I’ve also had worse, so I’m not gonna complain. (Much.)  I’m trying to think of the index cards as being like taking my meds — I don’t always want to do it, and if I miss a day it’s not the end of the world, but I really will feel better and more able to cope if I keep up with it.

I’m trying to get back into art journaling too.  It’s hard.  I feel like I’m always forgetting how to do it — the way I’ve forgotten how to write creatively — and have to keep re-learning, which is infinitely frustrating. Some days I feel almost like I’ve got it together, and then the next day I’m feeling desperate and trapped and incompetent again.

But I made it through January, one card at a time.  Now I just have to make it through February.

In Which I Aten’t Dead

Whoops.

I did stick out ICAD until nearly the end, and I’ve got the cards lying around here somewhere. But I sort of forgot I had an art blog over the past six months due to factors including but not limited to:

  • a sudden overwhelming obsession with Captain America
  • various deaths in the family
  • my pseudo-nephew turning a year old
  • slow-burning rage over current events
  • the abrupt and unforeseen closure of the shared studio I’ve been part of for several years
  • Christmas

So that’s what happened there.

In the interests of making this post less banal, here are some ATCs I did awhile back:

A collaged card showing a spacecraft, colored stripes, and a snippet of text from a sci-fi magazine. spacetc3 A collaged card showing a spacecraft, colored stripes, and a snippet of text from a sci-fi magazine.
Acrylics, glossy magazine pages, and one of my dad’s old SF mags.