lundi 16 avril 2018

I have moved

From now on, you can find me at my new website:

On my website you will find my blog, a gallery with my work and my new online shop. I am very very excited about it!

I will keep this blog up for a few weeks after which I will close it down. Thank you for your presence here all these years. I hope you like my new website and I look forward to interacting with you there.

jeudi 22 mars 2018

Force et vulnérabilité || 3

Cette semaine pour mon projet avec Sofia, j'ai décidé d'utiliser un thème qui revient très souvent dans mes pages: porter des couronnes de fleurs. Les fleurs sont une métaphore pour moi; elles indiquent les actes dont je suis fière, mes accomplissements, etc.

À l'inverse, les couronnes de ronces indiquent les moments plus difficiles qu'il faut m'a fallu surmonter. La femme fleur est un ensemble de symboles que j'utilise souvent (j'en ai même fait un art journal complet en 2015).

Je trouve que notre corps est l'illustration parfaite de l'idée de force et vulnérabilité. Deux extrêmes qui se rencontrent.

J'ai utilisé les dessins que Katie a partagé dans le cadre de son cours Sketching Faces. Ces images sont disponibles ici si vous voulez les télécharger.

Impossible de penser à des couronnes de fleurs sans penser à Frida. S'il y en a une qui a su porter tant les couronnes de fleurs que celles de ronces avec grâce, c'est bien elle.

Frida marie bien nos deux extrêmes: forte, elle a surmonté la douleur quotidienne; vulnérable, son coeur a souvent été brisé.

L'image des ailes brisées vient de son journal intime.

C'est vrai qu'on est capable d'en prendre pas mal plus qu'on ne le pense.

N'oubliez pas d'aller voir les pages de Sofia ici.

mercredi 21 mars 2018

My Book of Me

I am working in my Book of Me and following the themes as they come. I thought I'd show you where I'm at. 

These are some zodiac affirmations I found in an old magazine and I felt they would be cool here.

The theme for February was Currently. I explored the return of some body issues for me. These are familiar demons that I wish would stay away.

I love using what is on the actual page of an altered book. This is an example of that, with the highlighted words. I am also testing out some techniques I want to teach.

The Women's March happened in January but I love that I can document some of these signs and photos from these in my Book of Me. I would like to add some images of the March for Our Lives as well.

The theme for March is Introspection and we were invited to use a paper doll as a catalyst. I found this screenprinted bag as I was cleaning up and I knew it would be just perfect for this. I added all the terms that relate to me on it.

Thanks for looking!

lundi 19 mars 2018

Wolf Women Art || 10

Hello lovelies, I have a lot of spreads to share with you today for Wolf Women Art. This chapter of The Women Who Run with the Wolves uses three different fairytales to explore women's wildish natures and I wanted to address all three of them.

The first one is La Llorona (the woman who cries). There are so many versions of this tale. I heard one of them when I went to Mexico and we saw a fountain that was supposedly haunted by a woman who had killed her children. This act is the root of this story.

I chose not to address the children in my rendering, especially because the murder occurs when the father decides to leave with his sons and out of spite La Llorona commits this terrible gesture. I just can't handle that.

I focused on the grieving woman archetype. Throughout history most stories hold the image of the grieving woman, mother, wife, sister. So many actions come from a woman's grief.

Think of many of the Greek tragedies. Most God or Goddesses stories have a grieving mother in them. Wars are started because women are grieving. But that often lead to more grieving for them.

This beautiful Chinese paper cut was given to me by a friend and it is a fitting crown for La Llorona, don't you think?

The second fairytale is just as sad. It is that of the Little Matchstick Girl. She is cold, so cold and when people are not buying matches from her, she burns them one by one to try and keep warm. While they burn, visions come to her, of palaces, of warm clothing, of fine food and of a roaring fire. Each time the match putters out, she gets colder and colder. When finally she burns her last match, her grandmother comes to take her away and she dies.

This is one of stories - like the Little Mermaid - that I remember being so sad about as a child. So angry that no one was helping this freezing child. It felt just as tragic re-reading it now.

The whole thing made me think of Harry Potter when he is spending too much time in the mirror of Erised looking at his parents. That is why the quote is so fitting here: in the end the moral of the story is that losing yourself in fantasies is not always best.

I burned the edge of the the page for the Little Matchstick Girl and I spread the charcoal onto the page underneath. This fits in nicely with the third story called the Three Golden Hairs. This one was unfamiliar to me.

In this story and old, old man makes his way slowly through the forest to the home of an old woman. When he comes in, she takes him in her arms and rocks him through the night. As she does, he grows younger and younger until he becomes a small child.

At this point, the old woman plucks three golden hairs on his head and throws them in the fire. The child crawls from her lap, runs to the door and gives her a dazzling smile before leaving.

This story is about letting things that are not working burn. Leave those old ideas at the door and look at things in a new way. Or burn them and see what the transmutating fire does to them. I like this one very much,

I hope you have enjoyed today's foray into the Wildish Woods. I am still so enthused by this project.

jeudi 15 mars 2018

Force et vulnérabilité || 02

Et nous revoilà pour une deuxième semaine à explorer notre force et notre vulnérabilité! Sofia et moi avons décidé de travailler chacun de notre côté mais de travailler sur le même thème. Voici ce que j'ai exploré cette semaine.

J'ai parfois (ok, souvent) l'impression d'être l'artisan de mon malheur. Je me rends compte que j'arrache la galle souvent au lieu de laisser guérir la blessure. Et je fais cela parce que je trouve qu'il y a eu une injustice de commise.

Le hic est que bien souvent l'autre ne se rend même pas compte de ce fait. Donc la seule personne qui souffre, c'est moi.

 J'ai fait un peu de couture. J'aime manier le fil et l'aiguille, ça me ramène au moment présent.

Mes deuxièmes pages poursuivent un peu le thème du ''l'homme est un loup pour l'homme'' avec l'arrivée du Petit Chaperon rouge.

Attention, il ne faut pas la sous-estimer celle-là! Elle n'a pas peur de se salir les mains.

J'ai sorti mes crayons solubles à l'eau pour celle-ci.

Merci de votre visite! Et n'hésitez pas à aller voir les pages de Sofia ici.

lundi 12 mars 2018

Wolf Women Art 09

Today's archetype story from Women Who Run with the Wolves is Sealskin, Soulskin. This story I knew as the Scottish Selkie, but this version seems to be of Inuit origins. In this story a woman is part of a tribe of seal women, they take off their seal skin and dance and sing together. When they are done, they put on their sealskin and return to the sea. But a hunter falls in love with one of the women and steals her sealskin, condemning her to be his companion for seven years.

After bearing him a child and the passng of the seven years, he refuses to give her her pelt. So she slowly dries up. Thanksfully, the child one night guides her back to her undersea home where she lives forever until they can be reunited. It is a tale of women falling into identity traps. Of trying to be someone we are not and our creative well dries up, atrophies, is parched. It takes the appearance of our intuition (the child) to guide us back to our ocean, to hand us back our sealskin and never lose it again. 

This story is similar to The Ugly Duckling but in this case the woman is trapped by the hunter who is forcing her to be with him by withholding her skin. There was a sadness to this story that reminded me of The Little Mermaid, only in this case the woman has no choice and that is what really touched me. She longs to return to herself.

We've all gone through this to some measure: bending over backward to please someone or to fit in somewhere. Problem is, in doing that too long, you kill something inside. I loved exploring this tale. When the woman dons her sealskin and is no longer parched, it's like I felt it. It was a powerful read.

The photos don't render it but I used lots of shimmer, glitter and shiny texture for this one.

Note: Ana is taking a break from our collaboration to regroup and wanted me to carry on without her. If anyone wants to jump in and carry on with me, please let me know!

jeudi 8 mars 2018

Force et vulnérabilité || a collaboration

Today is International Women's Day. I am starting a new collaboration project with Sofia. I had the pleasure of being a guest on Sofia's podcast (in French) late last year. It was so interesting to chat about art journaling and creativity in French. I don't often have that possibility. You can listen to the podcast episode here.

During that conversation, we figured it would be interesting to collaborate on a project. So here we are, a few months later, with a common project called Force et vulnérabilité (strength and vulnerability). We will be art journaling around this theme in our journals and sharing on Thursdays.

Here is my first spread:

This is in French, which I have hardly done. Most of my art journaling is in English. So I am so excited to try this. A fresh take! It says ''a cage can exist for more than one reason; it protects and keeps in''.

It's not easy to translate, but what I am trying to convey is that when you are a sensitive person, a cage can protect your heart from too much emotion. This is the vulnerable side. But it also contains the heart that is too full of emotion, so it doesn't explode outward when it comes into contact with the rest of the world. This is where the strength lies.

I liked playing with ink and a few bold paint strokes. I am using a small notebook that has yellow pages.

I made a quick second spread using a really old Fatma hand stencil. This was a stencil that my sister-in-law brought back from India many years ago. I've just now started to use it.

It says ''a hand can invite, a hand can push back''.

I am thrilled to start this exploration of both sides of my feminity and doubly so with Sofia. Please check out her work and let us know what you thinks of Strength and vulnerability. Which side calls to you more?

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