Have I told you? I don't believe I have. I've started a new online art journaling class with one of the same teachers as my last class, Jane Davenport. This one is called JOYnal. Such a great name with a Bronx accent (even though Jane is from Australia). The focus is once again on mixed media techniques based on a structure of drawing and painting. I am learning about altering old children's books. But the big stretch for me is that the subject is fairies, or elves or sprites or gnomes. Whatever strikes one's fancy in the realm of magic.
I've been in the class for a month now and I have been struggling with the whole fairy thing even though I once was a HUGE fairy tale lover. Therein, I've learned, lays the secret. Before there were ever pictures of fairies, there were TALES. Its the tales that hold the magic for me. What lays in the recesses of the human mind where these very serious stories originated and continue to resonate, that's where the magic resides.
Imagine walking out of the shopping mall on Monday night and seeing - THIS!!
As I gaped, struggling for my camera, a man walked past and said,
"Someone just got released from Purgatory"
I cracked up. Talk about a fairy tale!
The sky burned redder and redder; I'm having a hard time recapturing it.
but OH, it was stunning.
Then, almost as suddenly as we came upon it, it faded to purple and was gone.
Like a story, it got told- and disappeared,
Only a memory remains- and a few pictures that can never recapture the emotions it aroused.
And so it is with my first mixed media project done in my first altered book,
never quite what was in my mind's eye.
I am encouraged though. What I thought was inaccessible to me - fairies - seems somehow more viable as a subject on which to hang my explorations in mixed media. I am enjoying watching the process unfold.