The weekend before my birthday back in June I attended a workshop hosted by Sabrina Ward Harrison. It was awesome. We started these wonderful altered books that weekend and I have continued to work on mine since. Here is an update on how it’s progressing.
We chose our books at random. It was about 40 pages long and was the thickest book in the bunch. Little did I know at the time, but I had my work cut out for me.
This book originally started out as a children’s board book about dolphin’s. Though I’m not really a dolphin person, this book did have some lovely shades of blue and images of sea life and had potential.
We were instructed to grab some sandpaper and start roughing up each page. EACH AND EVERY PAGE. This is where page count becomes important. Everyone else finished before me and at halfway through I was frantically sanding away while waiting for my arm to fall off.
Once sanded we started adding color. Some of my pages accidentally stuck together and that’s when I got the brilliant idea to glue every other page together and cut the page count in half.
I flipped the book upside down to obscure any text that may show through the paper and paint.
Because it’s a three dimensional object I really can only work on one spread at a time. This makes for slow going, but it’s good to step away from it while it dries for a day or two.
I have to keep telling myself that better is the enemy of good when it comes to adding things. It’s hard to know when to stop.
Most pages I am happy with, and will likely tweak a few a little more. I started adding scraps of fabric here just to see if I could get them to stick.
These two pages don’t really flow well together in my opinion, but maybe they don’t have to?
I used bubble wrap covered in paint to get this polka dot texture.
Watercolor inks were used heavily here.
The spine of the book has started to split in places so I’ve been reinforcing it with torn tissue paper embedded with strands of silk. This seems to be working.
The outer spine took a beating and tore on both sides. More reinforcing was done here. A few more sessions decorating the pages and it may just be time to start writing things in it. Or maybe not. I haven’t really decided yet and if I do decide to write in it, what should I say? We did some free writing using prompts during the workshop… maybe I should incorporate some of those? This is a work in progress so we’ll see.
These are just quick and dirty phone shots of each page. I intend to photograph it properly soon. Thanks for looking!
For the third weekend in a row we have found a toad on our deck. I opened the box where we store cushions for the patio furniture and there was this little guy again. I don’t know if it’s the same toad from the last two weekends, but toads sure love this storage chest.
I think an important part of being an artist of any type is looking at art. You need to feed your brain. I think this is why I spend so much time online. I just spent about 45 minutes filling my head with art in imagery. Well, that and Facebook gossip, a few news stories, email and random weirdness. This is why people originally went to museums I guess. Maybe I’m just trying to justify my internet surfing behavior here? It’s all in the name of art. Yeah. Sure.
I didn’t sleep very well last night. I fell asleep with the light on, had weird dreams, woke up to turn out the light and then slept very lightly the rest of the night. Lightly enough that around 4:30am I was awoken suddenly by a loud noise in the night.
I jumped pretty badly when I woke up, heart pounding. I didn’t know what the noise was and I paused to listen to see if I heard it again in case it was just another dream. The noise sounded like a wet plop, like some dead rotting thing hitting pavement, but couldn’t figure out what in our bedroom it could be. I thought I might be going crazy, or that I had indeed dreamed it.
After a moment I got up, used the bathroom, and when I came back to bed Ron asked if everything was okay. I explained about the noise and that’s when he told me what I had heard. My dear husband had farted.
I have been awake since.
Apparently this is not a new phenomenon. I am usually a pretty sound sleeper, once I actually get to sleep that is. Before now I have slept through these nightly orchestral maneuvers in the dark. I am doing my darnedest to stay awake right now to make sure I do not wake up prematurely due to this nightly chorus of angels.
However tired I am though, farts are always funny. ALWAYS. It’s a universal truth. If you don’t think farts are funny, well, then I don’t think we can ever be friends.