Art Friday: Free Printable Day!

One of the glorious (or not so glorious) side affects of having so much fun in the studio?

This happens:                                                         Of course, she wasn’t helping.

 

 

 

 

 

 

   I have a sort of love/hate relationship with the mess. On the one hand, eighty percent of what I make is from the leftovers from the project before that’s still laying across my desk. On the other hand, I’ve accidentally gotten partially dried paint on another project (usually in a really wrong color) that I’ve had to fix, and that is super-annoying. Then again, some of my biggest mistakes have turned out to be the coolest layers….like I said. Love/hate. Back when I was scrapbooking regularly, I had nearly half of a basement room to spread out in/on/over (about ten x eight, if I remember). Now, I’m limited to this corner of my bedroom, and a folding table. In many ways, I find it to be a good thing- I use and reuse and repurpose both art supplies and storage over and over and over again. The complete lack of storage space has really forced me to purge what I don’t absolutely love, and that in turn means that what I create already has a distilled style and all I have to do is make it shine! The important thing is to create, whatever your space availability. The rest is just gravy.

   I finally got my share feed back up in the sidebar, so I’m not putting my normal link love in the post today. If you’re reading in a reader, click on over! So much good stuff this week. If you bookmark stuff through de.licious, I’m memoria_arts.

   And, just ’cause I love ya, a free printable today. I’m really trying to resist the digital pull, because I really, really like the feel of paint and glue on my fingers, but, gosh. There are just some things that are way cooler in a digital palette! (The deets: personal use only. Please don’t use it for commercial gain.) Hope you enjoy!

Click here to download full size print—–>Read_Printable_share

Your turn! I want to see those messy desks! Writer’s desks, art-y desks. Homeschool desks, whatever ya got. Messy kitchens if you’re one of those cookin’ types. Show me where the magic happens for you!

Art Friday: Lent, Week 1

The view over the kitchen sink…just a little reminder for the lenten season. I’m trying to ignore the spider webs and nests in the window. (We’ve been besieged by the things. Every window looks like this, and I can’t keep them un-cobweby before a whole new family moves in. Same for wasps. It’s kind of gross. Vagaries of an old house, I guess.) I’m also trying to ignore the wonkiness on this card. I had begun the base of it working with Shiva paint sticks, playing around with resists; sort of layering different designs. I like the handwriting above the ‘beautiful’, and even though the beautiful is a little wonky, it’s okay; but then the below ‘in His time’, I don’t like at all and it gets lost in the design below. I’ll probably work on it a bit more until it ‘sings’ to me.

The first week of Lent. My intentions for Lent are for healing of mind and body. Intentional turning away from some things and a very intentional turning to other things. Art for one. I’ve got a lot of processing I need to do. I do that best when I am creating, when there is paint on my fingers and paper cuttings in my hair. I’ve been very purposeful about making space for creating in the byways of my day. I sort of doubt that it would be sustainable long term (as it is necessary for other things to take a back burner), but I’m beginning to find a rhythm that I think I can carry into the days after Lent is over. Having a dedicated space and being able to just let things lay there until the next time is a big help in that. I don’t have to worry about cleaning up and come right back in and pick up where I left off.

I’m taking a full break from Facebook, and a partial fast from Twitter and Pinterest and the blog here, except for Art Fridays. A lot of people probably wouldn’t find a fast from social media necessary. I do; it comprises a lot of the ‘clutter’ of my days, and in order for me to hear, I’ve got to get it out of the way. (And I truly don’t judge anyone who doesn’t fast or doesn’t give a hooey about Lent. Please don’t think that I am condemning anyone.) I need a lot of Quiet. This is one of the ways, each year, that I find it.

As is true of Lent, I find myself in a very reflective mood. I thought I’d share my two favorite artists to follow on Pinterest; their boards are often ones I turn to when I need to refresh and renew.

The first is Gennine’s. Her blog can be found here. Her Pinterest board can be found here.

The second is Nance. Her beautiful blog can be found here. She has all sort of amazing collections in her stream on Pinterest; her collections run along abstract lines, and her posts in my stream never fail to inspire when I’m creating. (And, I might add, it’s quite the education too. I’ve learned so much about different artists lately because of Nance.) You can find all of her boards here.And…last but not least…John never fails to make me think. I like his post on Lent: The sweet return, and his deep affection for numbnuts, as I find myself resembling that description more than often. (And I really enjoy his subtle sense of humor, obviously.) He publishes poetry via the blog at least two or three times a week. Don’t miss it.

Finding Red…

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My work in progress, Art Friday, whatever you want to call it but I’ve got paint on my fingers….yeah. It’s back. And it feels good. I am definitely at a stage in my life where I don’t have an extensive amount of time to sit and create, so doing these ATCs is my little way of keeping the faith while most of my art supplies lie idle. This one is very much inspired by Rebecca Sower’s Red Thread Sessions that she just started up at her blog. I am not really a ‘red’ kind of girl- I tend towards the more serene, calmer colors in my art play. This was a jump for me, and I am astonished to discover that I kind of like it and might use it again.

Red has a derring do, a ‘i will not sit idly by’ sort of feel to me. The more I thought about it, the more I thought about how my life had changed. One of the scars of depression for me has been a transformation from a love of spontaneity to an almost maniacal avoidance of change. Before PPD, one of the my husband’s favorite things about me was my ‘get up and go have fun’ mentality…he knew he could suggest just about anything and I’d be game. Don’t worry, I’m a firstborn, so that was always tempered with logical responsibility. Since recovering from PPD, I have really struggled to go and move and be. I have become an almost ridiculous sort of home body, hardly straying from our fields and house- and going into the unknown scares me in a wild way. Even grocery shopping affects me with an awareness I did not have before. Fear is too strong a word- it is more a shyness that I’ve not had before- an almost contented feeling to staying on the margins of life and not really living life to the dregs. Doing this card  has been cathartic in that regard, just realizing that the feelings were there.  One of the things that circled in my head as I made this was the Lord’s sacrifice- a depth of pain that I can’t even begin to imagine- and that He died so that I might live. I need to honor what a precious life that is by living it instead of staying on the margin of life. So the phrase “live the life He gave” circles the card in a mantra of sorts.

It feels good, this space. I have a freedom in my art play that I’ve never had before- grateful. The muse has finally dwelt awhile and not left me bereft.

A time for…

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I have been ever so slowly slipping back into ‘me’. My adult brain. The one that drinks coffee and reads good books, who converses in complete (and hopefully) somewhat intelligent sentences. I’ve come to accept the space between a child’s birth and this milestone as a re mapping of the places of my soul. It fades away in the early morning light of fresh new baby skin and sleep walking hours, and just as slowly slips back in, fresh, new, and yet comfortable and familiar: the part of me that has to create, has to think, has to breathe. I’ve been hanging out with these wonderful people over on twitter, and was inspired to take a small (virtual) artist’s date up to New York City and attend L.L. Barkat’s reading of her poems from Inside Out. She was accompanied by the delightful and lovely Brooke Campbell at the International Arts Movement 38/39 Space. Not too soon after the live webcast wrapped up, I felt that drive and desire I had not felt for some time. It was akin to tearing down a wall and admiring the widened vista. I remember how earlier in the day I had lamented that it had been such a very long time since I had been able to post an Art Friday, and yet here I am now, at close of day, my heart singing. My many thanks to LL for the inspiration tonight!

A culmination of dreams…

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Sorry my work in progress card is a bit late today. The reasons why surprise me still. Let me back up and explain a bit better.

This 'art friday' thing is something I started for myself at the beginning of this year, based loosely on the idea of Illustration Friday…but I knew I wanted it to be low-key. Calling it work-in-progress Friday made it easier (in my head) to commit to, because I tend towards perfectionism. The main point of it is for me to take a few minutes each week to try new techniques I have been curious about. The ATC card size made it easier (in my head) to approach, because there is not a huge expanse to 'make mistakes on'. (Can you tell that silencing my inner critic has been the hardest part of this little adventure?) At the other end of the spectrum, it was also meant as a sort of art journal where I catalog, through artistic techniques, some of the feelings and thoughts within my heart. Naturally, many of these have seemed to turn to expressions of faith, or 'working out' an aspect of faith I have been considering in prayer.

My husband has told me more than once that I turn into a whole different person when I have a chance to play and create…more peaceful, serene, at rest. (With four kids, no way, right? *laughter*) He called attention to something that I've come to realize- that creating art is truly, 'what fills me up'. I never feel more joyful when I have had a chance to piddle around, and never am I more sad when the chance to create goes too far between times. It's truly my form of 'language', my form of 'worship'. When I have the chance to scribble out poetry, paint, piddle, cut, form…there is this place inside of me that just rejoices, and I feel at peace.

Alas, this has been a hard thing for me to accept. (Remember that inner critic?) I find I've been playing this balancing act, trying to say, well, I can't be an artist and a mama. I can't be an artist and a wife. I can't make money doing this, this has no 'value'. How unfortunate this fight within me has been! It is not the dichotomy I make it out to be. And it does have value, even if that's not what the world thinks or I think. I've slowly been realizing that this create-ing thing, this artist/writer/piddler thing is the dream God has for me, that I've been called to (in addition to being a wife and mama, don't get me wrong). Not very long ago, I finally had one of those conversations with God: "Uh, God? You see, I've been a bit stubborn about this…and I feel a bit sheepish, and well…..I'm sorry, Abba Father. Would You guide and direct me in this? Will You use it to Your glory? I'm gonna get out of the way now. I'm sorry I've been so stubborn and opinionated." (And, have mercy, how many times must I confess I've had to pray this prayer over so many aspects of my life? Being strong-willed is a blessing from the Lord, but at the same time, it can be a curse if we don't keep handing it back to the God that designed it that way!)

Fast forward a few days. Nothing had really 'changed'- still piddling when I could, fitted around my days as I have time. But allowing myself to rejoice in the gift, if you know what I mean?

*gulp*

(tongue in cheek) Beware of what can happen when you tell God to have His way with you…

I was approached by the creative arts pastor at my church, and he asked if I might create a big sort of 'art installation' piece of all the cardboard testimonies from Easter. (I blogged about it here.) He wanted me to include some aspects of the cards I've been doing over the last five months, to make a big piece that people could walk around and absorb, that includes pictures of the 'story' tellers…

Could you imagine anything more perfect for me? That uses all my skills as both a scrapbooker, writer, photographer, mixed media artist? God sure does answer questions and dreams of the heart in a big way. I am still a little flabbergasted, and working on picking up my jaw off the floor…and walking into this commission with quite a bit of fear and trembling. It is in the beginning stages, being pieced together across the garage floor (I promise I'll post pictures as I go) as I figure out the shape and form of it before I begin adding all the other elements. It'll be pretty big- we're talking 12 feet by 12 feet or so. Please, will you pray for me as I work on this piece?

Back to the card for this week. Ever since Easter I have been dwelling on the need to tell the Story. His story. Our story. How He saved us, how He redeemed us, how He has been working in our lives. We don't do that much- it's hard, I acknowledge. It means being vulnerable, of letting the world really see how broken we were and are, and how desperately we need our Savior. But it is necessary. So I made this card to remind me…to tell the Story. It is also a way to focus, as I have been entrusted with the stories of others.

I just never would have dared to imagine that dreams like this could culminate in such a way…

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