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I’ve been meaning to…

I went to see the Passion of Joan of Arc at the IU Cinema a few weeks ago. It’s a silent film made in 1928 and directed by Carl Theodor Dreyer. My good friend Jason Fickel accompanied the film on guitar. It was an artsy flick, and the accompaniment was fantastic. If I had written something upon returning home from the theater, I might have been able to offer a decent critique. I will say that I was inspired to keep making art and to learn more about Joan of Arc. I’ll need to get around to that.

Motion picture poster for The Passion of Joan of Arc

Motion picture poster for The Passion of Joan of Arc

The world is going mad, so my job is not to be afraid. I will not fear all of the things that the media warns me about. I’m a liberal kind of gal, but I’m not going to panic about the tax bill or the end of net neutrality. I won’t fear the racists either.

I’m coming to learn that I am eternal.  I’m not sure if my consciousness has always existed, but I think it can never end. When I was a child, I told my parents that I picked them before I arrived. I must have known that. It must be true.

Did you know that both Edison and Tesla separately worked on inventions that would allow them to communicate with the dead? There’s a book about it.  I learned about the book from an episode of Jim Harold’s Paranormal Podcast.  On the podcast, the book’s author talked about the competition between Tesla and Edison, and how industry bigwigs made sure Tesla’s inventions that wouldn’t make them money were quashed. Too bad Tesla was a racist.  Anyway, Tesla is said to have fared better than Edison in the talking to the dead department. I got the impression that Tesla created the first EVP machine, but there is no mention of him in the Wikipedia article.  Further investigation is warranted.

During the two weeks I have off,  I plan to get a lot done. I would like to get the “treadmill room” de-cluttered, but I’m not sure if that’s possible. I can do some cleaning. I will do some cleaning! I will blog, and cook, and make art, and do yoga, and overestimate the number of things I can do during this period. Thinking about it overwhelms me.

Don’t be afraid!!!!!

Also

I thought I might do a daily self-portrait digital art journaling type of thing. I did it once. I took a selfie and traced it in the Sketchclub app. I’m not sure it looks like me.

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Self-portrait with flower eye.

 

 

 

 

The Art Journal from 12/30/16

Lately, I’ve been art journaling more frequently. The other day I decided to draw a design on the page and then add color with small brushes. I am pleased with the result.

Art journal page. Orange, grey, purple, red.

Shapie, acrylics, tissue wrap.

The next thing I wanted to try was painting on top of photographs that I printed out. It didn’t work the way I wanted, so I ended up covering the images completely and trying something else.

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The next thing I’d like to try is recreating some of my digital pieces with real paint and other media. I might start with this one.

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This Week

I had the notion that I would be able to work a lot of hours during the holiday break when my husband is not working. Tomorrow is Thursday, and I have worked no days. I haven’t been feeling great this week, so was probably a good idea to get some rest. Still, I was hoping to earn a bit more money than I usually do.

On the plus side:

  • I cleaned the cat room so it’s not quite as disgusting as it was. This is a first step to getting my art stuff organized.
  • I returned the library books I had checked our for my Digital Humanities project.
  • I’ve been doing a bit more art journaling than usual.
  • I roasted some frozen broccoli and almost did a blog post about it–almost.

I’d talk about the stuff that I’m not accomplishing, but I don’t want to dwell on the negative.

I’ve been thinking about trying to do the bullet journal thing again. I know I wouldn’t follow through. It seems like so much work. I think the biggest problem would be my bad handwriting. I would always be judging the look of my journal. Improving my handwriting is another project I’ve had in mind. There’s no reason I can’t get going on that one right away.

I’m writing short sentences. If I had my druthers, I would go back and rework this post. I don’t have any druthers. Here’s a word origin note; Druthers is a 19th-century corruption of the sound of would rather or ruther. That could have been better worded, but I don’t care enough to bother.

Random list of wants:

  • I want to be warm.
  • I want to cut down on sweets.
  • I want to have a plan for working out consistently.
  • I want to write more.
  • I want to think more deeply about dance improvisation.

I deleted the Enso game from my phone, but still have it on the iPad. It continues to mess up my neck. Making digital art on my devices is not helping either.

Abstract digital art.

Digital art made with Dreamscope and Enlight.

MS note: Not a great leg day, but not an awful one. Too much sitting causes a lot of tingling.

I Remember When

I guess I’ll keep writing about anxiety when I quit experiencing it everyday. I made an art journal spread this week. Working on it helped ease my troubled mind. I wrote about it in another blog.

Art journal page

I remembered today that in the days before I went on Prozac I was anxious a lot. Once I was on it for a while, I realized how different I felt. I need that to happen again.

There are times during the course of the day that I don’t feel anxious, but when I notice that I feel okay I get anxious about not feeling anxious.

I need to consult a thesaurus.

I’m learning to use the Pen Tool from a lynda.com course. That is a step forward for me. Soon I can stop floundering and failing when I try to do something in Adobe Illustrator. “There is so much to learn and not enough time,” she sighed.

I’m just spitting out words because I think it might make a difference.

I once thought it would be nice to go into a coma for a few months just to take a break from life.I guess the problem with that is your muscles atrophy and you wake up in bad shape. Maybe I could visit an alternate dimension for a while. I guess we read fiction to escape to other worlds and other people’s lives. I should read more fiction.

“I should. I should. I should,” she was always saying that to herself. All if did was make her more miserable.

Watching Doctor Who helps bring me out of a funk. I used to have a few episodes with Tom Baker and Peter Davison on VHS. Watching them made everything okay for a while.

I still have a little bit of hope that the TARDIS will someday materialize in my front yard. I would be a brilliant companion!

Open

The writing prompt is open. I like the word because it feels right now like everything is open. Things are up for grabs. I don’t know what the future holds for me. Of course, none of us can really know that we have a future. One could be hit by a bus, or swept up in a tornado, or swallowed by a sinkhole. You would think that given life’s uncertainty, I would be able to enjoy each of the precious moments that I’ve been given. No, what I’ve been doing is spending most of my waking time in a state of anxiety.

The world’s tragedies are wearing on me. I’m wondering if I can give myself art therapy. Are there any “do it yourself art therapy” books? I’ll have to look into that. In the meantime, I plan to get more serious about my art journaling. I started a new blog to share my experiences with making art. I’m hoping my art blog will be the one that eventually makes money. The first post is about the fact that my cat room doubles as a studio.

I’ll be able to blog more since my summer class is over. Speaking of the class, I wrote in another post that I thought this class was the last one I needed before graduating. I was mistaken. I need one more. I plan to take Digital Curation in the fall, and it’s actually a class I’ve been wanting to take, so it’s all good.

Here’s wishing that I’m open to new possibilities in the coming week.

Digital artwork

Possibilities

 

Finding a Way

It’s time to face my fears and take some action! In a previous post, I said something about making money from blogging. The idea has been on my mind for quite a while, but it has remained only an idea. If I want to move forward, I must start doing some concrete things to achive my goals.

 I’ve been giving thought to what my money-making blog would be about.  The topic should be something that I care about deeply. I’ve been interested in web content curation for a while, but it’s not really my passion. If I were more of a reader I could review books. I thought about library related stuff, but I’m not a working librarin and don’t plan to be after I get my degree. I wouldn’t have the requisite street cred. 

I think it comes down to jewelry and mixed media art/art journaling.  I mentioned that I suffer from anxiety and depression. It occurs to me that if I started using art journaling as a therapeutic practice I could blog about it. I could learn new techniques and share them. It seems the most sensible thing. 

I figure I’ll get started with the blog and see how it goes. If it seems like it will take off, I’ll start taking steps to monetize it.

That’s a plan. Time to execute.

In other news, I saw the doctor today and he increased my Fluoxetene dosage from 20 to 40 mg. I hope it kicks in soon. I’m tired of the misery.

I finished my paper about Thomas Fountain Blue over the weekend. I think it’s a bit mediocre, but there is not a lot of information to be found on the man. I should have picked a different topic. Oh well, it is what it is. 

Here’s the most recent journal page I worked on as part of Donna Downey’s Inspiration Wednesday. Maybe I can be the next Donna Downey after my blog takes off!

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