On Sunday we worked in our journals. Love the paper, the writing, the drawings, the individuality of the page. I just thrill to the various styles that emerge as we do the series of exercises together on the page. Then it becomes obvious that each one of us is our own person with our singular history and our individual way to doing things.
Once again, the photos struggle under the poor lighting which I did not notice until I got home. The faces were a favorite of mine and each one was unique.
There were a couple of writing prompts although the focus was on the backgrounds and cursive styles.
We talked about our machined culture and how hand made things from the heart were so deeply human and satisfying.
We chose papers from our kits and from our personal stashes and combined them in our own ways. We tried out a variety of paint application techniques.
We worked in a variety of hand made and re-purposed books.
We discussed the beauty of old things, worn things, objects that have seen the passage of time and how beautiful those things are.
We talked about the beauty of the imperfect, the old, the broken. About the sincere, small, humble moments in life.
And I took a photograph of Ada's magnificent Buddha tatoo. One of the most beautiful tatoos I've ever seen.
I met many new friends but only came home with one picture; the lovely and talented Alma Stoller.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, John had gone online and taught himself how to make salad rolls with a number of different dipping sauces. On my return he made them for me. Wow, are they ever beautiful to look at and delicious to eat.
The blue flowers are Borage (always covered with hundreds of honeybees in our garden) and he put thinly sliced strawberries inside too along with lots of Mrs. Burns' Lemon Basil, cucumber slices, chopped peanuts, cabbage, onion, carrots and a sauce of soy, ginger, green onion, and hot pepper.
Followed by icy gin and tonics.
Life is good.
Thank you to Linda and all the beautiful souls with whom I crossed paths at Art Unraveled. My heart is filled completely by the memory of your faces and the sound of your laughter. It was perfect in every way.