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Tumblr Features My Work : The Dust of Life
Tumblr emailed me to say they’d featured a couple of spreads from one of my Arthouse Coop Sketchbook Project sketchbooks in their BS Project. Continue reading
Posted in Art, Artist Sketchbooks, Collage & Assemblage, Mixed Media, Multimedia, Photography, Printmaking, Short Story Writing, spirituality
Tagged 2012 Sketchbook Project, Arthouse Coop, Arthouse Coop Fiction Project, Just Giving, Rob Stevens Singer Songwriter, Street Children Scavengers, streetchildren, The Pages Of My Life
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Arthouse Coop Sketchbook Tour 2015 – Done, Polished, Posted
Some of the pages were polished – those to which I added beeswax or encaustic wax. The sketchbook was a progression of my artistic exploration Below the Line, a phrase from Deepak Chopra’s book Quantum Healing. I dismantled the sketchbook … Continue reading
Posted in Allotmenteering, Altered Books, Art, Art Journal, Collage & Assemblage, Encaustic Art, Mixed Media, Multimedia, Nature Journal, Printmaking, Stitch, Stitch, Writing
Tagged Allotment Gardening, Arthouse Coop, beeswax, Coffee Filters, Deepak Chopra, Eco Printing, encaustic, encaustic wax, khadi paper, Organza, Sketchbook Project 2015, the sketchbook
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Arthouse Coop Sketchbook Project 2015 – Progress
A few pages shuffled
my hands uncertain
tentative as always.
One’s full of tears
as I am tears, and bad repairs
that won’t last, of remains
of lives that didn’t. But their stories
are beautiful, aren’t they? Continue reading