Art: A human striving to reflect, add to, or alter the work of nature and the divine. Angel: Messenger of the divine. Angelix: the acts of angels. Art Angelix: What I do.
One of the things I love to do on a warm summer Sunday is walk around the local fleamarkets. Last weekend I picked up this ledger for 30 cents. The first pages had been torn out, which is pity, because judging by the few examples of handwriting on the remaining pages, it would have been full of figures and notes that might have added to the charm of collaging. Not to complain, though. I now have a couple of hundred pages of naturally aged ledger paper to use in my art. That's what I call a lucky find!
These cards arrived in my mail yesterday. The butterflies are made from used postage stamps. Sadly, I don't know the name of the person who makes these cards. All I know is that she is an 80-year-old lady who lives in Berlin. A friend of mine knows her. The lady does voluntary work with teenagers and teaches them fabric art. She also makes cards like those you can see here. A few weeks ago, my friend asked if I had any used postage stamps in my stash. I did, and I also knew I hadn't found any use for them in years. So, I raked through my stash, found them, and sent them off - a big, fat envelope full. Like many of us who do mixed media, journaling and altered art, I was delighted to know that someone would be able to use them. This was the lady's thank you. I'll keep one and send the other to one of my art friends, next time I have a reason to write snail mail.
I'm in the best years of my life, in what is usually called "midlife".
I'm English, and I live in the north of Germany, and I sometimes still wonder how I got here from there.
One of the things I used to hear often as a kid was that I had too much imagination. That tickles me pink when I think about it now, because I've lived off my imagination and my wits for most of my life, and I bet I have more fun and better toys that most of the other kids from way back then, these days.
One of the things I love to do on a warm summer Sunday is walk around the local fleamarkets. Last weekend I picked up this ledger for 30 cents. The first pages had been torn out, which is pity, because judging by the few examples of handwriting on the remaining pages, it would have been full of figures and notes that might have added to the charm of collaging. Not to complain, though. I now have a couple of hundred pages of naturally aged ledger paper to use in my art. That's what I call a lucky find!
