Last week’s post was all about making a Memory Pocket, so I saved the images of the week’s daily collages until today. Here’s my completed boustrophedon/meander book for both #guylainelab and #februllage2023.
The completed book looks a little odd when laid out flat, but all the images are right way round when the book is folded.
Here are the final collages, one at a time.
JourneyMeGeometricListenSunflowerFutureI also completed the February collage for the #prairiecollagecollective. The prompt was ‘cut-out poetry’. I used the same magazine that I had been using for #februllage. All the words were cut from headlines or subheads. The finished collage is approximately 18.5 x 18.5 cm/7.25 x 7.25 in.
Here’s a teaser for my upcoming exhibition with The Thimble Gallery. The works will be shipped tomorrow and the show opens soon!
In other book arts news:
When I was working on my 99 day project in 2021, someone commented that the images reminded them of Kufic calligraphy. If you would like to learn about the real thing, you could register —it’s free— for Freedom in Restriction: My Journey with Kufi with Joumana Medlej on March 14.
There are more pay-what-you-can workshops coming up from Jaffe Center for Book Arts. You can find them listed on this webpage.
It isn’t often that a Saskatoon art exhibition gets international attention, so I was pleased to find this interview/article on The Daily Heller. You can see a bit more here.
In other news:
This photo was taken through my (very dirty) studio window on Thursday morning. That is a white-tailed yearling, not a fox. What you can’t see is the slash in her right cheek. Based on our experiences watching deer under our bird feeder, she probably didn’t back away from the spilled seeds on the ground when a larger doe wanted to eat, and got kicked in the face. (Deer are, like other wild animals, much less nice to each other than most humans believe them to be.)
She slept Monday night and Wednesday night by my studio window, but hasn’t been back since. David saw her in the yard on Friday and she seems to be doing O.K.
Despite the anxiety she caused —both about her health and the safety of my windows— I rather miss her watching me as I move about the studio.
We affectionately refer to her as Scarface.