Hello, lovlies! I have a journal-heavy scrapbook page to share with you today. It has no photographs on it, a hand drawn sketch, a bit of collage; does that make it an art journal page, even though it is not bound in my art journal? PoTAYtoes, poTAHtoes--I say, "Yes!!"
This project was set forth as a challenge for the design team at my local scrapbooking store, Remember When, and let me tell you, the emphasis was on challenge! We were each given a couple of papers from the Reminisce Travelogue line, and trading amongst the designers was almost immediate! "I have Paris paper, but I know I have pix from New York I can scrap--anyone wanna trade??" One of my sheets was a pattern of vintage travel posters. I have purchased wall calendars with such prints in the past, because the art is just so darn cool! I had no idea what I was going to create for my 12x12 inch page, but I knew I liked the hand I was dealt!
|Sketched with pencil, traced over with Pigma Micron pen, |
and colored using Distress Inks and a water pen
So, back to contemplating the quote. A sticker sheet was included with my 2 sheets of paper, and there the quote was repeated, "The world is a book and those who do not travel read only the first page." Granted St. Augustine wrote this circa the year 370. Travel was certainly more difficult, and without photographs and the internet, relying on other people's tales of far off lands may have sparked the wanderlust in some via fantastical visions conjured, or a simple need to see for one's self in order to believe. And in that sense, and in that day and age, I suppose St. Augustine had a point.
I began thinking about the Tree of Knowledge and the difference between book-smarts and life experience. I started cutting leaves out of the travel poster themed paper. I felt like that quote on the brown paper was starting to mock me, so I cut strips, stripes, and Y's out of it NOT using that quote, and created the bark of my tree trunk.
Another thing on my to do list this year is to be brave and experiment with free-motion sewing. I took an online sewing class specifically to learn this skill over a year ago, and kind of abandoned the projects that involved it...which was basically half the class. Part of my hesitation was that my sewing machine is "not capable" of free motion--I'd have to do a little jimmying to allow fabric and paper to be hand guided under the needle in any direction I chose, rather than letting the feed dogs do their work, gently and evenly, grabbing and pulling the material to be sewn straight under the needle and out the back of the presser foot.
|My thread tension needs some adjusting, but I love the|
white-on-white texture of the stitched branches
What to do next...the journaling started to pour out. When I started this blog I made a promise to share my journaling. I am such a Nosy Nancy when it comes to other people's journaling as I skip through the blogosphere, so I think it's only fair. I know that this has been a VERY wordy post this far, so if you need to jet because you've already spent far too much time here, I totally understand. Thank you for making it this far!!
The journaling reads:
I am self-conscious about how little of the world I've seen. I have a short list of places that I'd really like to go, but I'm in no hurry to get there. I may not be an adventurous person, but I'm not closed-minded either. I enjoy having new experiences, learning about different cultures, meeting new people and hearing their stories, trying new foods. I haven't identified one thing that is holding me back--is it fear? money? time? hassle? My mother grew up in Germany. My sister lives in France. My husband has been to England, Asia, Europe. When I read this quote about those who don't travel, it made me feel sad. It made me feel "less than." And, it made me think about one of my most favorite books, a book that found me, and turned out to be so important and so relevant to my life. "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time" by Mark Haddon, a novel about a boy with autism, though it never says he has autism, and as I read it I kept thinking, "Haha! He reminds me of Jeremy!" Three months after this book found me I had to quit my job to be available for J. and his troubles at school; four months after that he was diagnosed with autism. In the book, Christopher's school aide explains that people go on holidays to see new things and relax. Christopher counters, "there are so many things just in one house it would take years to think about all of them properly." And to some extent I share this mindset. I enjoy noting the details and miracles in my everyday life and my everyday surroundings. I'm sure I will see more of the world at some point in my life. But the thing is, Dear St. Augustine, the word may be a book--one book--and there are so many, many books within it.
I didn't have room to include my last sentence on the page: "We each must write our own."
I'm happy in my cage because I hold the key. Most days I leave the door open, and sometimes I perch in the tree's lower branches. Maybe I'll fly off one day, knowing it will be waiting for me and welcoming me back home.
Thank you for visiting!