It's cold and icy here, but is supposed to get better soon.
I stayed home today, I don't want to risk falling on the ice.
For Art Journal Journey, Erika's lovely theme of
'tell me a story', I have a hybrid piece made using
old photos. The background is a photo from the beginning of the 20th century,
placed on a grungy paper using a mask. I added some of my torn paper fragments. The lady on the right seems
to be the shopkeeper, and the scowling boy perhaps an assistant?
In the shop doorway there is a lady, half hiding.
and on the left side is a man's face in the window -
I think he didn't want to be seen.
My Mum has been placed on the step, and is looking at the
world around her. And Mr Umbrella Man? I think he is a time
(typewriter image from Mischief circus)
Last week I showed this page, and asked people to tell the story,
and got some great answers!
Here are those I liked best:
Erika: The first idea that popped into my head after seeing your page is that she is the head raven in a sci fi world where the ravens are magical spies. They report back to her and she gets to decide where they go, depending on what gossip she wants to know. :)
Sarah: My story is that it's lady Gaga in disguise as she's fed up with paparazzi, and thinks she won't be recognised!
Yvonne: I am in overdrive to think out a scenario for the page. However, I think she is wondering about the smell of the birds, how dare they enter her space. Don't they know that someone who is as beautiful as herself has a sensitive nose for these things, even if they have tales to tell, they should a least wash first.
Chris: "Darn it…here I am all dressed up and my specs STILL keep falling down my nose!"
CJ Kennedy: very steampunk. very cool. the four blackbirds with their serious expressions, maybe body guards for the queen. She has a crown so I assume she's a queen. All the senses are represented in your piece. Large goggle glasses to see, a hand for touch, a hand covering the nose, maybe not so pleasant smells, birds for sound, and the hand coming from the mouth for taste and comfort as in sucking one's thumb to self-soothe.
Donna: In the "House of Daybreak, Midday, Eventide and Twilight", the Ravens of the Sun operate a secret society. They travel by starlight, incognito, saving lost souls. Last evening, just after sundown, they stumbled upon the old Dowager Queen of the Forest whose heart has turned to coal. She can no longer speak or see and wanders in darkness, lost and alone. The Ravens lift her by the goggles high into the night sky. In flight, under the new moon she glides back to their House of Restorative Magic. Special twigs, logs and herbs are set alight in the mystical place of fire. A most beautiful ornate chase lounge is brought where she is laid to rest, covered by the golden blanket of stories. Gently, the goggles are removed and to their astonishment ..... to be continued.
Sheila: The four birds, who look rather naughty, are her servants and I am a bit worried about what she wants them to do next.
Gill: I think the hand is replacing her tongue which extends a bit like a Chameleons one..very useful for eating and as a weapon. The crows are her spies and are invisible to all non believers of her power.... the end.. :)
Sandy: recovering from plastic surgery on her nose - The Princess of Nonsense decides to go to the ball in disguise. "Nevermore quoth the Raven"!!!And I say -- never let the raven poop on your parade!!
Thanks a lot for joining in the fun!
Have a great day, take care,
and thanks a lot for coming by!