This is an art-journal page I made recently. Because of the spiral in the journal, some of the image isn’t flat on the scanner, resulting in a lack of sharpness.
When I transcribed the quote, I wrote it as
“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one who is without faith, no explanation is possible.” – Thomas Aquinas
but it is really
“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.” – Thomas Aquinas
Someone on a Facebook page said that it is really from St. Ignatius of Loyola – that there is a bronze bust of St. Ignatius at the Casa Dom Inacio in Brazil with this quote on it. However, all the indications online say it is from Aquinas.
Mixed-media art journal (Strathmore). Watercolor pencils. Distress ink pads. English stamps. Distress ink. White pen. Skeleton leaf.
I wrote these quotes with a plain ink pen, then painted over them using Tim Holtz’s Distress Ink. I used the ink as if it was watercolor. The colors are vibrant and translucent on the page.
“In my mind” completed 1/2/17. Asian ephemera – printed calligraphy and map, “Hell money” pieces. Gesso tinted with Distress ink. “in my mind there are mountains” – letters printed with “rusty hinge” Distress ink pad. Stamped images – deer and Celtic. Gel pen. Includes art from Lilian deMello called “Ghost Dance” in bottom left corner.
When do lines mean words, and when do they mean places? What if they are the same? Can words be maps? Can maps be words? Are wrinkles small mountains? Hide and reveal.
While cleaning out my craft room I rediscovered my list of intentions for 2016. I’d not done many of them – perhaps because I lost the intention list. Can’t get anywhere without a map. Some I had done, and was glad. Some I’d forgotten about, and have refocused my commitment. One thing on it was to make an art journal page at least once a week. I had some time off from work so I decided to catch up a bit.
“Fragile” – 12/12/16 – 12/15/16 Distress Ink, ephemera, gel pen
(detail of “Fragile”)
“Doppelganger” – 12/15/16 Distress ink, ephemera, colored pencil, gel pen, water
(detail for “Doppelganger”)
“To be a queen” – 12/16/16 Distress ink, stamps, gel pen, colored pencil
(Detail – “To be a queen”)
“Paramecium” made around 12/22/16 copied images from 100 year old Biology textbook, Distress ink, broken glass glitter, gel pen, matte medium, Sharpie, white gel pen
“Shamash” – 12/28 and 29th, 2016 5th and 6th nights of Chanukah. Distress ink, stamps, gel pen, Sharpie
This is not a simple fairy tale. This is a story designed to control young girls. The moral – stay on the path, or else you will get hurt. This is victim blaming at the core. It teaches that it is Little Red Riding Hood’s fault that she and her grandmother got eaten by the wolf.
The wolf is every single male she ever encounters in her life. The “being eaten” is everything from getting a lesser job to getting raped or killed. This story teaches girls – and only girls – that if we don’t stay in our defined roles then we deserve everything bad that happens to us.
Notice she isn’t even named. Her “name” is what she wears – exterior only. She isn’t even real, just a placeholder. She isn’t a person, but a thing. People look at her outside only.
Notice that it is a strong male who saves her – the hunter comes by and hears the grandmother snoring and decides to investigate. Why is snoring loudly seen as a sign that something is wrong? Do women not snore? Are we expected to maintain control over ourselves at all times – even while unconscious?
Notice that the townspeople don’t send the hunters into the forest to clear it of dangerous animals. They don’t make it safe for her or others.
Art made on a Strathmore art journal – mixed media paper, using various pens and painted using Distress Ink. Words are photocopied from a book about Little Red Riding Hood and then dyed/stamped/inked.
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.
Art paper from Tim Holtz’ “Distress” line, old Asian map, card stock that was colored with Distress inks and stains and then coated with glazing medium and cut up, old stamps.
This speaks to the fakeness of so many people – of those who want to compete in conversations, always talking but never saying anything. Each sentence is like a domino, where they connect their experience next to that of the person who just spoke, and then divert the conversation away from them and to themselves. Nobody is ever heard. It is a game where everyone loses.
n. a conversation in which everyone is talking but nobody is listening, simply overlaying disconnected words like a game of Scrabble, with each player borrowing bits of other anecdotes as a way to increase their own score, until we all run out of things to say.
(I created the art paper myself using card stock, Distress stains, glazing medium)