Showing posts with label W.H. Auden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label W.H. Auden. Show all posts

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Artful Journaling - I Hope.

THERE are no words added yet, but here are today's pages, inspired by the SoulJournal Yahoo group. We were inspired to use lots of gesso and incorporate other things (which I have a lot of) to make a layered, deeper page.
I'm showing posts of this page since the first rule of blogging is Post. Post regularly. Post often.
I unearthed my carved lady face stamp I made and since I haven't taken her out for a spin lately, decided to do so today.
I used gesso, paper towel bits, dried leaves from several years ago, acrylic paint and gold glaze. I picked up the clear button and then found - in the button box - this bit of what was once attached to a button, I think. Looks like a green ship. Maybe the green lady will sail off on it when it get closer.
They appear to be stuck to the page for now, but I think I'll affix them with something more permanent soon.
I thought I had gotten away from the gold and orange and yellow of my October pages, but evidently not. Maybe this gray, foggy Oregon day needed a bit of sunshiny juice to it.
The last photo is of something the Mister brought into the house the other day. He has been shopping already and I haven't gotten him a thing! Must get busy.
Now for a bit of a poem (just a verse):

We are created from and with the world
To suffer with and from it day by day:
Whether we meet in a majestic world
Of solid measurements or a dream world
Of swans and gold, we are required to love
All homeless objects that require a world.
Our claim to own our bodies and our world
Is our catastrophe. What can we know
But panic and caprice until we know
Our dreadful appetite demands a world
Whose order, origin, and purpose will
Be fluent satisfaction of our will?
Drift, Autumn, drift; fall, colours, where you will:
Bald melancholia minces through the world. - from "Canzone" by W.H. Auden
- femminismo