Meri's Musings

Sometimes the artful mind chooses its own symbolism and doesn't rely on words.

Are your dreams the right size? How have they shifted to keep up with you? What do you need to know  that you don't know already? Get quiet and listen to your inner wisdom.

It's been a while since I worked in my "real" art journal, the one I collage and draw in after having painted the watercolor paper pages with liquid watercolors. Well. . .  painted is probably not an accurate depiction, since I usually saturate a wadded up paper towel  and smear the damp paint on, or maybe sponge it on. And then wait. And wait. Waiting for the page to dry. Then I begin to glue various things onto pages with Yes paste or acrylic gel medium. And wait again. It can sometimes take two or three days to find just the right things for the page, adhere them, and wait for the layer to dry so I can build in the next one. Meanwhile, the thickness of my art journal expands like an unruly waistline. Digital art journaling, on the other hand, is much tidier. And quicker. And just as layered and nuanced. I make these babies on Polyvore.com. If you're interested in learning how, email me (meriak@y...

As the saying goes, nothing lasts forever. Not even Saturday morning when I'm up at 5:30. Good thing there's another one in seven days.

Hmmm. . . .  are you more like the umbrella woman or the sunglass woman? Left brain Right brain or a good balance? Oh and by the way  HAPPY BIRTHDAY in absentia SUSAN B. ANTHONY.

Did I ever mention that I'm a bookworm? When I was a wee one, my mother worked in the library when my father was in graduate school. On rare occasions, I got to go to the library with her and hunker down in the small section of children's books. The smell of books and their heft in my hand never fails to enchant me. I love the semi-mystical feeling of losing myself in a great story.