Art Journaling

As I've been talking about the last while I'm so addicted to art journaling.  Mostly I've been creating backgrounds so far and assembling the pages.  Here's a portion of my process (I'm a newbie so I know I am doing things differently than others would).   Anyho.. here goes....

 

Lovely acrylic painted backgrounds waiting to be bound into signatures - to me they are yummy!

 

More backgrounds still drying (and yes that is a clear plastic cloth draped over the table for two reasons... protects from my messiness while painting & Bella's hair - I 'try' to keep her off the table, but catch her there still now and then):

Here are some of the signatures before binding - I'm using file folders to wrap the outside edges, the insides (shown above) are old Christmas cards:

I forgot to take a picture of the binding process - maybe I'll add that in the next time I'm binding a journal.

And here is my first journal entry for 2014 & the first page of my journal!  It's acrylic background, markers along the edges and bits of scrap paper topped with some yarn from creating wristlets this past December:

I decided to glue this little hummingbird to the top edge - as some of you will know hummingbirds represent joy.  I think that's a perfect word to infuse into 2014!

Thanks for looking!  Hopefully I'll share more over the course of the year.  I know I'm pretty addicted to this mixed media play so we'll see how things go.

Have a happy day!
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For the birds

I'm sure there's a message in this for me somewhere although I'll admit, I've yet to discover the link. Turns out there isn't something in the attic afterall, but a bird's nest in the roofing vent. We had someone come by and quote us $300 to remove them. We decided to leave them and allow the mama bird to teach her babies how to fly and let them leave on their own accord before replacing the vent.

I'd feel badly if the Mama bird couldn't find her babies.

It's been a Spring all about the birds.

My sister-in-law gave me a bird bath which is being used by many robins. Surprisingly enough I'm truly enjoying watching them flitter into and out of the water.

And when my Mom was cleaning the cottage she came across a hummingbird feeder that used to be my Grandmother's. I've filled it too and am enjoying watching the little birds of joy on their fly by visits. There is some comfort in the idea that out there somewhere Grandma is looking down and happy the feeder is being used.

Maybe the message is taking comfort in learning how to spread my own wings?