Art & Journal of Scrapbooking

This is the last week of August's work. It was a joyful day, knowing that there is a "time for everything under the sun"; hard pressed with house chores I was able to let go of the mountain of wash for a couple of hours. The photographs that I worked with although not sharp blasts me with the past with loving memories. {Oh, the glorious patterned paper I can't seem to alter!} It was a contented session of creating a way to preserve how I feel about these photos, because you know, somedays you don't feel the mojo--I'll take any day of creating, mojo or not.

Ever since 1971 when Gahlil Gibran's book The Prophet found my hands I have loved idea of finding meaning to my life. And so, began a new appreciation for "tracking" my life. My first kindred spirit was Annette and she & I created Composition Journals, we had just graduated from the 8th Grade. I'd write extensively one night & she would follow suit the next. . .we did this for almost two years & amassed some 60 spiral and composition books (we must have averaged fifteen pages a night). And it is laughable thinking of what was NOT happening in Haiku, Maui, Hawaii. We doodled, we mounted ephemera, we wrote smack & it was an endless tirade of self expositions! Most of it was mindless, but in it's honest revelations, it was priceless. We were diarists and it was the beginning of my love of marking my days. What a wonderful journey it's been from journaling most of my life, to photography, having a family, channeling my interests into scrapbooks.

Fast forward to this posting, this new venture! (Ain't I the lucky one?) I've taken my passion for scrapbooking to a higher level, personally. I'm committed to One Year, with two new set of kindred spirits! artist Bee