Be... Dream... Play...

infinite, words and/in other words - art journaling...

I love words

I love playing with words

and when my writing journals

and my art journals got married

life became much more interesting...

I also love playing along with Michelle Ward

and her inspiring Crusades

these prompts have played a big part

in my joy of journaling...

so I'd like to share a few

word play journal pages here

these united by the use of black gesso

and spare writing/words

and these...

where a word is the focus

or not

and here - the journaling is

under the flap...

I love to journal

it now shapes my dailiness

I can look at any page

and know:

what was happening,

how I felt,

and I can retrieve that moment

in time...

thank you Michelle

for your inspiration

and kind support...

xox - eb.

infinite...

life is infinite...

waking and grateful

to BE breathing warm fresh air

from an open window

after a walk in the warm

the wind came up

and the temperature dropped

from 80 down to 50 degrees...

grateful for cooling

so

I made myself a quilt

dancing as the paint dries

give yourself a treat go here

now...

xox - eb.

life is Buddhaful...

I made a new stamp

to commemorate the vitality

of this violet season...

It has been a lot of fun

trying it out

here and there...

the Buddha shrines

are blooming like

spring time flowers

(small cast Buddha by Karen Cole)

soon to proliferate...

xox - eb.

a perfect day...

When you live in northern New England

April can be iffy...

I just had the most perfect birthday

which went like this:

It was 85 degrees

beating the record by 1 degree

we were lazy

there were plans - but flexible ones;

we took a family walk

down to the beach

collecting driftwood and beach glass.

The violets were peaking -

they were everywhere

the air was warm and violet scented.

Boone decided to make lemon tarts

while I played with my violet village.

Lucy with the violet bouquet

is a birthday creation by ART TEA LIFE

(used with permission - thank you Sandy.)

We walked some more...

in and out in the glorious weather.

We enjoyed the tarts after

a salmon, green bean and basmati rice dinner.

I thank each and everyone of you

for your kind birthday wishes

truly the sweet violet

atop the lemon tart...

xox - eb.

golden bliss...

sometimes I am uncertain

as to where and or who I am

and today was so heartbreakingly

BEautiful...

I was hard pressed to BE pinned down

I walked a lot

dabbled with my violet village

and other areas of creative flow

yoga-ed a bit

and sat in the sun with my friends

Luna, Byzantina and Kiki

doxie-pup and two cats - respectively...

the sun was just right

not too warm

cool breezes and radiant

all together we lapsed

into a dream:

a girl - in a plaid dress

a thoughtful, philosophical girl...

in a peaceful and bucolic landscape

sitting atop red mushrooms...

holding a bouquet of violets

a raven flying overhead...

and a party hat...

dreaming seeds taking root

finding

a route to manifestation...

YES...

sometimes

I wear a rose skirt

xox - eb.

joy is an inner glow...

an inverted violet

resembles a roundy fellow

jumping gleefully...

so here is yesterday's spread

revised and en-glowed...

the little violets are drying

under small squares of mica

(scilla to the right - flanking spring)

the transparency at the center

is a segment printed from this snow passion page

(an inner page and loving the idea of the violets

waiting to leap out from under the snow)

which will be featured

in a Somerset Studio 2010 calendar

along with these be, dream, play hands

JOY

is an inner glow

I am feeling that warmth

and radiating it out...

xox - eb.

ps - see up there

where it says house of violet?

I think there might be a village...

journaling in the time of the violets...

when my yard is filled

with fragrant violets

I am in love

with everything

I cannot not gather them

I take my walks

armed with a baggie

just in case

this year is especially profuse

violet wise

and I am wise to the finding

of these ephemeral lovelies...

yesterday's violet journal page

(now altered - I will show the revised version tomorrow)

and last year...

a good violet year as well

may your dreams carry you on the wings of

viola papilionacea...

xox - eb.

come smell the violets...

We are in the time of the violets

the wild woodland variety;

little patches cropping up here

and there - usually in south facing areas

where the dry leaves have been left to winter.

These heavenly scented

(this bowl filled our home with violet aroma)

butterfly-shaped darlings

are now in profusion

I found numerous patches today

waking up after a gentle rain

on my walk today.

I have gathered luxurious batches

two days running now...

playing with them in various ways

wanting to share them.

I love this sweet woodland spring gift.

May you rest on a bed of violets

under a star-filled sky...

xox - eb.

more metamorphosis...

in the garden

the blue scilla is blooming

she lies down

a breeze lifts her apron...

oh goodness me

what a joyful surprise

the Butterfly Queen

has a secret to share...

she thinks it may have been

the black flower chocolate,

the fresh mountain lake air

or perhaps the jasmine tea

she is happy

she is flying

with

in a god dada vida

love

a dance that lasts

the whole night through...

she is joyful

she is here now

in this moment

she is happy

she is flying

she is free

oh happy happy spring...

(more scenes from the Royal Confections round robin)

xox - eb.

metamorphosis...

now

in this time

of the butterflies...

is metamorphosis

happening

for you?

are you a

butterfly?

(scenes from my Royal Confections round robin - the Butterfly Queen)

xox - eb.