{ a trip back in time... }

This weekend, I took a break from sleep and coughing to travel back in time to the Renaissance. I'm lucky enough to live about 20 minutes from the Bristol Renaissance Faire up in Wisconsin (but only by a little bit), but haven't gone the last few years. A friend asked me to tag along, and, needing a bit of fun and fresh air, I took the trip.

 

tea time

This was BY FAR my favorite place. I didn't stay for tea time, but I just want to curl up in this garden and never leave. Can this be my home from now on?

across the glen

I just adore the open spaces, the paths made of gravel or through the grass from years of wandering travelers, the shades hung in the trees....small shops and performers and the beauty of a simpler, magical time...

a fun trip!

A few of my fellow travelers...

i love this dress!

I want this dress! I want to marry it and make lots of art and journal page babies!!!

make a wish!

Make a wish!

God, just walking around the faire is like visual candy, full of inspiration!! I plan on taking another trip since I didn't have any money and there's so much I wanted to take home...

My Womanfesto

The last few days have been filled with rain.

Storms, in my world, are welcome. Lightning flashing through the blinds casts odd, sharp shadows across the walls as I huddle under the blankets of my bed -- my safe place. Since childhood, my bed has been "base," has been the one place in the world where nothing can get me, harm me, seek me, influence me. As I write, I've forsaken the convince of my desk for the comfort of my bed.

But the thunder is long gone, the lightning's job finished. Shadows have retreated to their own holes in the fabric of a subjective reality. The rain remains. It falls in sheets, pelting the windows in steady staccato, a cadence to the arrival of spring.

Rain brings with it pain. As pressure builds, joints ache, heads become squeezed, fingers shaky. It has been days of medicine and aching and tears -- my own rain, added to the mix. Perhaps we are all crying, in our own ways.

Staying in means inner exploration. And I wrote my Womanfesto.

A manifesto is a public declaration of the purpose, principles, or plan of action of a group or individual.

I have felt trapped by grammar. I am not a man, I would not label MY declaration as that made from a male perspective. I am a woman -- a strong, independent, caring woman of the Earth. That in itself is part of my declaration. I'd shout from the highest mountains if I could.

My journal is my Womanfesto. It is my purpose, it holds my internal debates, finds the truth, plans my life, seeks miracles, mends the soul. It is the place where I spill from a broken human body, where disease and pain don't exist. In my journal, color dances where the world is gray. Images bring meaning. Dreams are born from the fog of the unconscious.

Declare yourself. Be bold. Shout, cry, laugh. Discover who you are, who you want to be. Tell the world all those things you hold back because they might not be "right" or accepted. Say dangerous things. Confess secrets that are eating away at your soul. Be you.

Your journal is your friend, your companion, your guidebook on this journey known as life. I think it's time to stop treating them as places of art or thoughtful composition and be messy. Imagine yourself in the sands of India -- would your guidebook still be perfect, pristine, and "correct?" Or would you be using what you could find, letting the sand get stuck in the spine? No more expensive tools. Pre-made objects. Or any of that stuff. It's getting in the way.

Here is my Womanfesto. I used a Sharpie I found at work and some gel pens in my purse. And I feel as though it's one of the most powerful pages I've ever done.

womanfesto

questions of self-fulfilling prophecies * bitten by a nice bug * marker layers of beauty

As with any sort of blogging, I've been around and have actually opened TypePad to post, but sit there, looking at the screen, wondering the validity of what I want to post. Is it interesting? Worth posting? You know how it goes -- too many questions!

The same thing happens with any sort of creative venture -- you start wondering if those thoughts, colors, etc are worth putting down. You don't want to disappoint, right? Even when the very person you're trying to please is yourself....and you're the one with the ideas! So wouldn't that mean that you'd be pleased because they were your ideas?

Try to wrap your head around THAT?

*laughs*

Coverpreview1More inner than outer work. And I've finally been bit by the 'zine bug. I've decided I'm not going to try and force myself to work on it because that really doesn't, well, WORK. I get bit by this bug and then all I want to do is write and layout and design and wheeeee! I was wondering if I really DID enjoy making the 'zine, since it's been a few months since the last issue went out since I wasn't all gung-ho to go and work on it. But now I know.

I think I've got to start sitting down....showing up to the table. One of the hindrances has been that my laptop battery's not working right now (got someone on it!) so my laptop's been in one stationary place and when I get upstairs, I always want to read or paint or play with the dogs. Arg! So it's now with me and I'm working on a few articles of my own to add to the few I've gotten through submissions.

For a bit, I was sad that not many people have been interested in adding to the 'zine. But I started the thing by myself, and I'm going to keep working on it that way. I've got TONS of ideas and pictures and books to recommend, so that's what I'm going to do. I have too much fun to let external forces influence my emotions over things.

I DO want to get some Moleskine artists in a future issue. I've some contacts and ideas of my own, but please, recommend people you'd like to see!

Here's how this next issue wants to be born. A bit different (or a LOT!), but I am only the messenger!



Check out the AMAZING artwork of the very talented Niki Kelce  (flickr).

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Isn't her work just awe-inspiring? After drooling over her flickr page for awhile, I actually pulled out my old stores of gel pens and markers and tried my hand....I wasn't very successful! *laughs* This girl really does have talent and I adore all her work. Go check her out and say hi!


Back to surfing the web for amazing journal artists to invite into Page by Page. Let me know if you know of anyone or if you'd like me to come pay you a visit.

<3 Kira

Baaaaaaa -- like the new duds? Read on!

Why yes, I AM a complete skitzo when it comes to blog layouts!

*G* Tried to clean things up a bit; I'm taking a cue from Lia and working on better-organizing things around here to gear-up for my mailing list re-launch tomorrow. New content, hopefully daily, that I'll be compiling for more-frequent posts.

I'll also be posting a vid this week that will correspond with some new items in my etsy shop.

But first, I must tell you about my new love affair with Apple Barrel Gloss paints.

I *heart* them.

I've been eeeehhhh about background lately, wanting more transparent colors over items...you know, a nice glaze of color. And while I get the general effect from my watercolor crayons, I can't mix those, which means I have to either settle or try layering colors....have you tried that? Yeah...it doesn't work very well!

When over at Red's, I tried one of hers, and yeah, liked it, but didn't think about it again until the other day, when I was feeling horribly fat, down, and ucky and had a bit of extra money to burn a hole in my pocket. I was wandering around Michael's (which was probably ill-advised), grabbing things off the shelf in that oh-that's-cool anti-climatic kind of way...totally emo and such, and was looking at all the paints and BAM -- a row of gloss paints in these awesome bright colors and WHEEE -- I had to grab a bucket from a nearby display to carry 'em all.

Upon getting home, I had to spill my paint and mmmmmm make some journal pages! It'd been awhile, and my meal break at work is JUST loooooong enough to eat and pen a journal entry or doodle some, so I've been journaling more (that, and I keep forgetting my book!). I had a TON of fun and you can see all my pretty pages below.

I've settled into a new style I'm LOVING. A mix of hand-drawn characters (whee!) and magazine people (and now at a discount!) with my new funking handwriting and lots of fun colors. And they don't take a TON of supplies or time to make, which is a plus since I have a lot on my plate! In fact, all my supplies fit in a nice big tote I got from work that's next to my chair right now. My room's freeeeeeezing....I snuggle under blankets to sleep and read but won't be sitting up there to journal. BRRRR! I need to clean it so I can move my space heater in.

OH! New thing! I've decided to give y'all a peek into my journal as I work in it -- I'll be taking shots every time I work in it so you can see how pages progress, as I don't do 'em all at once or in order or anything. So, I hope this helps some of you who are stuck or don't know how things get made. I've got captions on the photos thus-far to help explain things. It's all in a photo album here; I won't be posting pages until they're "done" on flickr. So it's a Kira-blog exclusive!!

GO! Journal In-Progress Gallery

overhead

magazine

escape hatch

from the page to the purse!

Sorry I haven't been around as much; I've been out and about all week (talk about no rest for the wicked!). I'm actually updating from a friend's place as, yes, I'm out again!

What I really wanted to show you all (and hi to everyone new!) my newest journaled purse! I designed this one myself and did all the sewing by hand (as my sewing machine is still dead). *G* I was inspired by this journal page of mine...I love when stuff randomly leaks from my head to the page and then turns into something bigger. Have you ever had something like that happen to you?

wings journaled purse

blackbird

Being as that I've been out a LOT this week, I haven't been journaling as much as usual...then again, I DO have a handy travel bag. I also grabbed a new mini-binder from R+H and am using that to plan out the next issue of Page by Page, as it goes to design and layout on Monday. I've also just been making random notes and doodles of things I want to try out in my journal when I finally find myself with a little bit of time to sneak away to my desk.

The biggest thing is, I have to get to that desk! You can have all the time in the world but if you wait for inspiration to strike and send you running to your art area, you're not going to get much done. Remember -- art is made by those who show up! Get to your desk or art area and do SOMETHING! Start cleaning up scraps. Throw random paint on the page. SOMETHING. ANYTHING! I implore you to do so! You'll be amazed with how many pages or pieces you start getting done.

And please! Remember: in order to make good art, you have to be willing to make lots of bad art. Every page you create has value! Whether you learn something new, like that even with a coat of paint, Sharpies will die because of the oil pastels underneath, or find a new border or lettering you like....don't shy away from those pages you don't like because then you'll miss out on what they're trying to tell you.

I shall be working on Kira's Amazing Supply list and have it here for download. And, since I've discovered how to record and share video entries, I might just make a short vlog entry for it.

There are more new journal pages up at flickr!

 

I hope you all have an amazing weekend and create something!

watercolor crayons are cooler than I thought!

Dsc_0280There's nothing like finding supplies you forgot you had; last week, while looking for something else, I happened upon a pack of watercolor crayons I'd bought about three years ago, used for about twenty seconds, and tossed aside.

On Friday, I stopped by Borders to check out Mixed-Media Collage: An Exploration of Contemporary Artists, Methods, and Materials by Holly Harrison. It's a fantastic book, and I really want to buy it (and recommend y'all do the same!) but shall have to wait. ANYWAY, while reading the interview with Teesha Moore, I saw she loves watercolor crayons.

I was skeptical. How were crayons different than watercolor pencils, something I've tried and dislike? What was it about these that so many artists raved about? Seeing as that I had a set (mine are from Fabre Castell's children's line), I decided to try 'em out.

The red at the bottom of the page at the left was done with the crayons. Wow! I'd always wondered how people got that shading done just right on their journal pages...and now I know! Use the crayons! They work a lot like my water-soluble oil pastels, but don't present the problems of not finding anything to write over them and transfering to the facing page. A definite plus for me!

In that same interview, Teesha says to go past where you think you'll like the page...to keep going. With this one, I decided to try that, using a metallic copper pen to doodle, tried to use the crayons on the girl's dress (which didn't work as it's a photo-inkjet copy), and added to the circle behind her head. And gave her blue hair! I just kept going, and going, and finally felt it was time to stop -- and am VERY happy with the page!

I just can't bring myself to write on it! I might just leave it as it is.

It's amazing that this came out of a page I randomly glued a piece of vintage text to and painted blue. Can't tell, can you? Other than the line I let show through -- "the war for independence." The circle behind her head started as a transparency transfer onto the page. I LOVE this method -- it provides the BEST QUALITY transfers I've ever seen!

Guah! It's a truly yucky day outside today; I have the lamp on next to me and it's not even 3:30! I'm curled up in a recliner with my laptop and new journal and paint...I've gotten good at painting and not getting it on the furniture. I might turn in for a nap later, read a bit, and prep some more pages for tomorrow's journaling play-date with Retro Girl.

New pictures at flickr. 

Art as Inspiration: Growth Through a Mixing of Yourself and Another

the dream maiden

Lots of stuff happening in KiraLand lately! My "bum" mood and lack of inspiration has completely disappeared as of the end of the holiday weekend. I took a little miniVacation into the backyard and sat on the grass under the warm summer sun, and made a mess. *laughs* I love working outside for just that reason -- the freedom of being able to spill paint, play with spray paint, leave things all over the place -- it's so liberating and child-like.

My two best friends just moved into their first apartment, and I've been spending time over there keeping them company and generally hanging out. I've also been hanging out with Retro Girl, giggling over cool supplies and pretty papers.

I've also been playing A LOT! Lately, I've been in this state of flux regarding my art, trying out new things and grabbing elements I've used before, selecting small parts or tiny techniques and inserting them into my experiments. It's been interesting, and with each piece, I feel myself getting closer and closer to my true artistic voice, the sing-song words a soft echo in my ears getting closer with each passing day.

It's a natural progression. Go look at my Flickr stream, about two years ago, and you'll see my novice journal pages. When I began, I had no idea what the difference between watercolors and acrylics were or how to think in the language of image and color. But, like they say, you need to make a lot of bad art in order to make good art. Push forward. Continue working in your journal, playing with color and image, learning new things, and never, ever think your work looks "bad." That you aren't good. Because this is only a piece of who you will become.

One thing that's helped me greatly is reading about other artists. Yeah, it can be boring at first, but learning about what was going on in the artist's life at the time they created something gives insight into the symbols they used. Here's an example of how exposing yourself to art can help you create and grow.

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This piece is by Frieda Kahlo, an artist I've become interested in because of our kinship of pain and passion intersecting, and the new ways we have to attempt things because of physical limitations. It was painted around the time of her second marriage to Diego Rivera, a man who loved her traditional Mexican dress, thus, she is depicted wearing such an outfit.

I love the image, the lacy look of her headpiece, the way you see just her face. And I've never been very good at drawing hair, so there's an attraction to being able to avoid doing so. After seeing this painting, I created this journal entry:

pink and red

True, it's not a copy, but that's not the point; it is inspired by the painting, made into my own piece through interpretation. I love this journal page -- I combined my new love of crafting small collages with an image from a magazine painted a la Freida.

Another entry was created after seeing paintings in the most recent issue of Cloth, Scissors, Paper.

rebirth

I combined the article on glazing with the paintings of another artist who wrote about inspiration and such (I don't have the magazine handy to give names, etc.). Into that mix I added my love of collaged clothing and put in some of my own photographs (the flowers in her hair). The backgound's also a collage. By taking elements I liked and mixing them with personal elements, I was able to create something new and pleasing -- the crafting of it was exciting, fun, and gave me such a rush!

I've posted all sorts of new journal pages, with explanations, over on my flickr page. My pro account expires in a few days, and I don't have the funds to renew it, so this might be my last update for awhile (or many photos will disappear). I do love the community over there and will be sad that I won't be able to participate the way I do now for awhile.

As Dawn has been overwhelmed by 1,000 Artists' Journal Pages and doesn't have a prompt this week, I'll give y'all one.

As artists, we all have those we admire, be them famous or otherwise. Find a painting or image of theirs you love and use it as a base for an art journal entry. Pluck from it what you love, mix in your own voice, and see what happens. Don't worry about copying -- that is the point! No matter how hard you try to copy, you'll always be yourself, an original. Use my entries above as an example and go create!

restless

restless

"Restless"
7" x 9" Mixed Media on paper

I think this piece really reflects how I've been feeling lately -- restless. After being cooped up in the house for a few weeks with my shoulder and stylish arm-sling, I'm feeling the itch to get out in the sunshine and feel the grass under my bare feet. I haven't visited my usual "haunts" for awhile; my stock of preferable papers and paint is running low. Of course, not working for two weeks has seriously depleted my funds, and miscalculations with the 'zine shipping had me going into my pocket to make sure they got out.

Today, I wasn't lucky. I got out too late and all the shops were closed. Perhaps the universe is trying to tell me something -- stick with what you've got and get more only when you've depleted your supply. All my paper is in the box my ceiling fan came in; I've got it separated into different kinds, but it's full of paper just itching to be used. Now is not the time to be selective.

Last week, in-between all the post-distribution glee, I got my denial letter from Social Security. It was a blip on the radar, then, but now the very real reality of what it means has had time to settle in. I didn't go into it thinking I'd get approved the first time around -- does anyone? -- but having something like that printed in black and white is different. Looking through it, I saw they used the records from a doctor I haven't seen in over two years instead of my current doctor and specialist, which makes me angry and wonder where their sense is. Next week, I have to find a law office to help me through the appeals process because I'm too tired and foggy to handle it on my own. I missed an appointment for the whole thing -- I'm sure rescheduling it, or hell, finding the place, isn't daunting to most people, but for me, well....it never got done.

After a lot of thought and soul conversing, I decided not to take on a class this fall. At this point, I'm only confidant to teach a workshop, and I don't even know if people'd be interested in that. September starts the new season for the county's art league and I'm aiming to join up, hoping it'll help with networking and getting some pieces up around the county, as they are the ones who decide that sort of thing.

Makes me wonder, though, how accepting they'll be of a girl who enjoys odd collages, bright colors, and non-traditional approaches. Then again, there IS a guy who paints rocks.

I've been feeling wobbly on my feet. Perhaps it's due to my impatience, my want to grow and become something more...I feel that perhaps I've nothing left to offer, that I'm plateaued -- stuck up here where the view is nice and everything's comfortable. Hrmmm. All I can do is keep making the art I want to make and offering it up for view here on the web and see what happens.

soul conversation

Here's my little soul conversation. Feeling down and morose, I randomly mixed an eye-pleasing purple and spread it about, adding in some magenta later on. I glued down what was at hand and began doodling around the edges to get my flow started. I've found it's often like a fountain pen -- if you don't use it for awhile, you've got to clean it out and keep it moving until the ink flows again.

While I was doodling, head resting on my hand, a voice began to speak in my head. With each swoop, it got louder and louder -- and so did a meaner counterpart. One was telling me to be brave, to go out there and be something while the other began to cower and hide and say all the negatives, all the do-nots. I let them talk it out on the page, a practice I'm going to try to adopt into maybe a daily meditation.

Maybe it's just this back-to-school season that's got me thinking -- I'm still where I was back then, just older, now. I've never been one to truly accept the whole "I'm disabled" thing and give myself a break.

Maybe I should. Just this once.

I've updated my flickr page with a batch of new journal pages and a fun self-portrait.

Also, Page by Page is available for purchase. I'll keep it up until I run out.