Category Archives: Art
Thought…
Another entry into my Japanese Moleskine of quotes and song lyrics. This one uses lyrics from Regina Spektor (a big surprise).
“Thought I’d cry for you forever, but I couldn’t, so I didn’t.”
Saying my name outloud
Well, I have decided to take the plunge and put some of my artwork for sell on Etsy. It is a scary step for me, but one I have been trying to get the nerve up to do for quite some time. You see- I keep making things and I only have so much space for such things, but I want to keep making stuff and so it goes and we shall see. To start with I have put up a few paintings, some collage work and a journal that I made. I would love to hear what you think- as all of this is quite new and scary to me.
in love with…
I am in love with this image from etsy seller, Elsita . I have long had a fascination with wings and that is what initially drew me to this, but the more I look at it the more I am in love with it. She also does amazing things with fabric – for example the dress that she is wearing to the Oscars tonight that she made herself. It, like all of her work, is lovely.
I have for some time been working on a Moleskine Accordian Notebook to create a book of quotes from favorite song lyrics of mine and illustrations to go with those quotes. I have created one of them for Thing 4 for Thing a Day
This one is a quote from a Soul Coughing song, So Far I Have Not Found the Science. “I don’t mind worry following me like a dinosaur.”
I also decided to show you another one that I made a few days ago from a lovely Regina Spektor song, Love Affair. “There was a love affair in this building. The kind of love affair that every respectable building wants to keep as a legend.”
You always say…
Prompt Day 2 from Shimelle…..
You always say that I could have chosen anything to do as a profession, but really, I think that you would not have been pleased if I had chosen garbage truck driver or lounge singer over teaching. Now, honestly the garbage truck driver thing passed quickly enough, but even through college I harbored dreams of being a lounge singer- or a starving artist, but I love food so much. No sushi- are you kidding me? Not really something I want to aspire to.
As a female of my generation I was brought up believing not only that we could be anything, but that we should be Something. It was our duty. Secretly, harboring ideas of becoming a housewife? No, see, because that is not all that you could be doing. We were supposed to find our calling- as long as it was not a “traditional calling.” I have to admit that for a time I even thought that teacher was not enough. I mean- I could be a doctor- a lawyer- a politician. Why on earth would I choose something that women- albeit single women- have been choosing for such a long time.
So I tried coming up with better and more brilliant ideas- but now I am thinking not so much. No one can be everything. And that is just fine by me.
and so it goes…
Most of the day involved me and some blahs… looks like I should take my own advice and make some tea. This morning, however, was not blah… I played with paint- one of my favorite things.
I started these pieces yesterday and continued working on them today. It was much of the fun.
First, I would like to introduce you to Little Blue Guy. He is a creature I have been playing with for some time and he has a fondness for birds- as some of you may already know.
Then I would like you to meet Thing Number 1- for Thing a Day. She is not so- and believes that she requires no explanation.
And last, but not least- Come to me. She is inspired by one of my White Horse Poems.
I hope that you had a loverly day- with no blahs- and if there were blahs join me for a cup of tea.
Life Inside the Music Box
Music Box- by Regina Spektor Life inside the music box ain't easy. The mallets hit the gears are always turning and everyone inside the mechanism is yearning to get out. And sing another melody completely So different from the one they're always singing I close my eyes and think that I have found me but then I feel mortality surround me. I want to sing another melody so different from the one I always sing But when I do the dishes I run the water very very very hot and then I fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap and then I send all the bottle caps I own a float and its the greatest voyage in the history of plastic and then I slip my hands in and start to make waves and then I dip my tongue in and take a taste it tastes like soap but it doesn't really taste like soap and then I lower in my whole mouth in and take a gulp and start to feel mortality surround me I close my eyes and think I've found me but life inside the music box ain't easy the mallets hit the gears are always turning and everyone inside the mechanism is yearning to get out and sing another melody completely is yearning to get out is yearning to get out is yearning to get out
Making your own mini-journal….
My post on how to make your own mini-journal is up on Crafty Daisies. Let me know what you think. I would love to hear what you do with your journal once you make one.
Springing and Wishing
It is hard to imagine that it is truly summer somewhere. I have enjoyed the coolness of the weather of late, but I have to admit that this is not summer…. not really. The sky is blue with clouds this morning and there is a cold breeze that makes it feel more like spring than summer … at least in my lexicon. It makes it easier to deal with the fact that school is still happening- for there is something in my gut that tells me if it is truly almost July school should be done and dusted….
So in many ways I suppose I am still waiting for my summer to begin… enjoying this extraordinarily long spring that I have been gifted with this year.
jen h mont 
