Inspired while listening to some music around the house. I remembered doodling lyrics, and music notes (when I probably should have been listening) in class.
Does anyone else find it strangely convenient that the CDC says we SHOULD prepare for the Zombie Apocalypse in the same week that “The Rapture” is supposed to arrive signaling the end of the world as we know it?.
I suggest watching Zombieland and following the rules! I don’t suggest watching this video if you’re squeamish, or easily offended by language.
How about some advice on how to kill a zombie without a lot of blood or a gun? This one is safe from the above warning.
And you’ll want to keep CLEAN…
And always follow the buddy system..
I stumbled across some blogs a few weeks back about art journaling. Most were very well layed out, Martha Stewart Style perfection. A bit daunting if you’re just looking for a start. So I kinda decided on my own path. I didn’t want it to be a mini scrapbook. I can scrapbook, I don’t need miniature size. Other sites show you how to make individual art journal pages, but that isn’t what I’m after (yet) either. Right now, I just want a small journal I can doodle my thoughts in. Not write. Draw, paint, attach photos, whatever to catch a moment, a quote or a mood. My favorite of the sites I found was this one.
See the great thing about art, is that it’s a complete work when it makes YOU smile. And the other night I was tinkering around with Cretacolor AquaStics (colors on paper just like crayons, but brush with water and you have watercolor!), some acrylic paint, and some paint pens. By the time I was done, what started out as trying out my new toys made me smile.
Yesterday I completed my second page. You all saw the photos of my Mother’s Day gifts. Well my tulips are dying now, and I decided to use a photo or two and the note from the cookies as yesterday’s entry to remember Mother’s Day.
Messy? Yes. But it made me happy.
Maybe I don’t need to be able to draw people and animals and landscapes. Maybe I will eventually, maybe I won’t. I was limiting myself by only thinking in those terms. This…is fun. And it’s art.


