I worked quickly and intuitively, trying as much as possible to stay out of the way of the process. often watching a video on You Tube as I worked; tearing scraps of paper from little art catalogues or magazines.
The little book features only a few words on each page. This double spread was the 1st page I worked on - the text was very easily accessed - it was so - There! This was relatively un-worked - uncomplicated. It was a great start to the project and spurred me on.
Likewise the following page - The words came easily, and said all my soul needed to express. After I scanned the image, I saw patches of colour that need reworking - it's funny how the scanned images can show when something is not quite right or finished. A little annoying(!) but all part of the process. I was happier for going back in to improve on the artwork.
I love the figure in the centre of the 2nd page; she looks as though she has bowed her head in prayer - the perfect way to find a solution when asking: What shall I do?
When the words on the page seemed entirely irrelevant to me - the challenge was to find meaning - to seek for it - make it. The commitment to do that sometimes meant it took a few days to hit upon the right words - the 'Open Sesame' of personal meaning & resonance.
I can see now, the collage above provides the answer to the question from previous page. It also echoes the needle-crafts I often spend my evenings doing, whilst contemplating the same question!
This final double page spread took days to begin & complete - I was almost defeated by not quite being able to find the right words, but knew I'd find something eventually, if I tried hard enough.
It incorporates how I begin each day with my pen - doing 'morning pages' - thanks to following the directive in Julia Cameron's: The Artist's Way.
Job done! Phew! Pleased with my completed little book; a joy to work on, and an interesting journey. This was another occasion when I went back to the page after seeing the scanned image - it needed a little refining. Working so small was also a bit of a challenge - the torn pieces of paper I was working with got smaller and smaller, making it quite difficult to handle, but my hands always knew whereto place the little scrap of colour.
I marvel at the process; watching as my hands get on with the work, feeling like a willing, and admiring assistant.
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