a riddle

"a riddle" art journal pages by Misty Oliver-Foster
“a riddle” art journal by Misty Oliver-Foster
The next few volcanoes took me down
I was starting to feel very sorry for myself
Why couldn’t she play the piano until the next day?
music is medicine.
Finding myself covered with regular words,
it was a very long time before I dared to
believe my recklessness.
“Enough of this nonsense!”
Ugh.  She tried not to groan.
“Keep it moving!”
But she didn’t.
She just said, “No.”
The word was right under my supplies.

 

A riddle.

awesome april (day 27) – abstract circles

visual journal
altered book turned visual journal

 

While some of my art journal entries use images of people and things, many of them are simple, stream-of-conscious designs . I tend to use a lot of circles.

This is from my first visual journal (an altered book).  The background is made by tearing out phone book pages and layering them over the existing book.  I then glued on patches of pink tissue paper.  I used transparent green glazes to add a contrasting color, then opaque white to balance the black charcoal.

Although this isn’t an image of a real “thing”, to me it reminds me of a totem, a pair of eyes, or even an abstracted female figure.

Like this? You can see more of my  art journals HERE — updated frequently.

awesome april (day 23) – o beautiful

O Beautiful -- altered book visual journal
O Beautiful — altered book visual journal

This is from my first visual journal, which is actually an altered book.  I gessoed out the pages before adding acrylic, collaged photocopied images, collaged wallpaper, watercolor and permanent marker.    See more of my visual journals HERE.

The mother and child image is universal to all cultures, and is always one that is close to my heart.

 

What are some of your favorite topics for your visual journals?  I’d love to hear your comments!

awesome april (day 22) – i plunged ahead

I Plunged Ahead...
I Plunged Ahead…

 

 

I plunged ahead

She turned back and carefully

jabbed her finger.

I found my Criticism that Accompanies

My place of joy.

I breathed in.  And I

breathed out.

Soon I heard

“Your vocabulary seems sadly deficient.”

“Okay,” I said.

I don’t make much noise wherever I am.

My voice was all in my head.

 04.22.14