planting seeds

self promo part one


self promo part deux

good day

yesterday, kristopher and i had an art date at the m.a.m. to see the latest exhibit, foto. i bought a postcard of a piece from the exhibit below. i love it!



we were surprised at all the photomontage. it hit me that i have no history on my beloved art form. anyways, we were inspired. afterwards we tended kristopher's house sitting duties on the east side, pet the cats and took pictures. i will soon get to be one of his peoples. thankfully it was a good hair day.

later i drove out to pewaukee to visit jackie and her family. she was in town from az. driving in to town floods me every time and has a way of making my soul feel heavy. even though i didn't grow up there, it's where i painfully grew up the most (high school). jackie and i agreed that somehow it doesn't hurt to go back like it used to though. more proof that being over 30 is useful. we sat around the kitchen table for hours. mother, sisters and friend. i love them. i miss jack already.

bon iver

anyone who goes to a cabin up north alone for 3 months to find clarity is good people to me. i'm so happy this album is finally here in my hands. listen here. read here.

boston terrorist

this is how we DO WORK


but DO NOT let her fool you...


she'll drink your coffee and steal your favorite pen.


SO NAUGHTY

ripping out pages

yesterday was frustrating. nothing was working out like i wanted it to. i actually posted a piece but took it down shortly after. it's hard for me to share my mistakes. i'm getting used to using this blog as a safe forum for them and everything in between. intellectually, i know i can't learn without them. emotionally, i like to sweep them under the unusually large (yet tasteful) tapestry in my head.

in high school, i used to rip pages of "imperfections" from my sketch journal. i saved this note from my art teacher senior year. what a reminder of truths. *a little insight into the following note: i was a wee bit of an angry girl towards the end of high school. i kept a notebook with me at all times and wrote a lot of bad poetry. i mean A LOT. also, i had bangs.



so today i've lightened up and decided bunnies should have belly buttons.

present for a baby bird

for my sister

creative surge

dear pat,

i've started a new collage journal with your bag of goodies. i will post each entry on my blogger site.

the focus of my journal is color, composition, typography and thought--a visual diary meant to keep me growing.

i hope to post to it more often from now on considering all the new materials i have to work with. thank you so much for the creative surge. i needed it.

love ya,
joy

new year. new journal.