Behind the scenes

I’ve not been here because I’ve been “there” … doing and thinking behind the scenes.

With Valentines Day (or Valentine’s, if you prefer) in the offing, I played around with collage …

and watercolor (these having been masked with painter’s tape beforehand) …

Then photographed and printed my favorites into notecards …

to send to our grandchildren and to our daughter, who celebrates her birthday today. I’m not at all sure how 34 years went by so fast …

but I’m so very proud she just made the Dean’s List in her current pursuit of a degree in nursing …

None of which would be possible without my long-time Valentine …

Here’s to 45 years of celebrating together …

So much fun

Select a few pieces that keep catching your eye” … oh, well of course they were in the box that I put back up yesterday. But they were also well-worth getting back down …

The patchplay-like squares, the scallop shells, the needles splayed on a wanna-be nine-patch, the edge trim from a bandanna label (a gift from Don, it reads “Hell yeah” in one corner), and the waxing crescent painted with Inktense blocks and cut with my nifty circle cutter …

The last bit of RIPE-ness just called to be included, new to me though it was … its letters echoing the last four letters of “Inspire.”

The exclamation point and “ideas” serendipitously placed … really, it all just fell together … more than ready to go after waiting in the wings.

Crazy country redux

At first I was psyched by Acey’s collage challenge prompt #20

“Sun and wind,” I thought, “light to expose the evil done in darkness, wind to sweep it away.” And on a more practical note, solar power and wind energy to replace the oil and gas that fuel our wants and needs.

But as I started to go through the book cover stash, it occurred to me that wind is challenging to find in static imagery. That was when I started to notice words and phrases, started tearing into them, started the adrenaline rush that would leave me feeling like hell by the time I was done …

Don used to love a roadside sign in Austin (no longer there) that read, “We the people don’t have a clue.”

For sure recent events (defined as anything and everything over the past four years) have been, are, “CRAZY.”

And I think of our grandkids … “someday all this will be yours.”

“The great transformation” would be, could be great “strength in what remains … when the king/man is gone.”

Fingers trembling (like a dose of too much caffeine or the drag of low blood sugar), I pasted the scraps down … then recklessly tore the backing, realizing too late how badly off square it was. The collage was/is also far too large to fit into the journal, or onto the bed of our copier. Ugh, seriously?

So I photographed the collage and did some major keystone adjustments to square it up, then printed it at reduced size …

and added it to the journal …

Fortunately, Don is back to painting, having finally reached the point where all is well-ordered (enough) in our world …

Such a rest-full place for my eyes after the intensity of the collage.

Wanting to put the morning behind me, I decided to get this post over and done with. As I considered a title, I recalled a long-ago post written about our journey to Texas. Entitled Crazy Country, it reminded me not to take myself so darn seriously … again.