Snow and Rain and Birds = Nature.

WHILE I sleep tonight in my cozy little bed, "The Master of Ballantrae," which by the way is subtitled "A Winter's Tale," will freeze outdoors. Underneath the neatly tied pages perhaps the beetles and worms are rising up, exploring the pages - wondering what is overhead.
I've been busy at the computer designing a postcard for a group I belong to. Good practice, but having them published online is demanding. Either my artwork is too high a resolution or too low. Or the drop shadows are causing a problem and something is "rasterizing." Argh! Frustrating. Or I'm going to meetings! Yuck! But for a good cause. The renovation of our nonprofit art gallery. The grand opening is set (in stone) for April 9. I hope you will attend or at least come along with me via photographs.
We held our meeting at the local church which was providing severe weather shelter, since it's been snowing and freezing. As I left, an acquaintance was chatting with the head of the volunteers. He said they wouldn't be open tomorrow night, since the temperature would be warmer: above freezing. We were both distraught, but volunteer help can only be stretched so far to keep the church open all night. What in the world is the answer? - femminismo

It Snowed Last Night on Robert Louis Stevenson!

THAT'S right. Even though he's been gone, lo these many years, last night Stevenson got a soaking. (Well, his words, actually.)
My Disintegration Project, instigated by Seth and The Altered Page, is on its way. Here is a picture of the evidence that a little bird checked out the project too.
Cold, wet words this morning, and excited me hovering nearby with my camera. The small round circles are plops of rain from overhanging limbs. The Mister saw me taking pictures of the ground and figured I was up to something again. I cannot wait until spring now for more than one reason.
I was also working in my journal/altered book, painting a page. I have taken the advice of another blogger and started making my own stencils and stamps. Wish I could tell you which blogger, but my travels - as are yours, I'm sure - range far and wide.
I have found several images in books and magazines and using an Xacto knife have cut out and then painted either inside the cut-out image or just laid down the image and painted over it and then peeled it back up. I have been thinking about our times and President Obama's call to action for everyone to give something to the cause. Art and young people come to mind, since I volunteer at a non-profit art gallery that is undergoing a major renovation. There will be classrooms and I am wondering if there can be free art classes where media can be manipulated and experimentation can happen??? That is what inspired this page when I was asking myself what I can do to help. More later - femminismo

Inspired by Seth at The Altered Page.

I REALLY don't know what Seth, at The Altered Page, is up to, but I have an inkling, a premonition, a presentiment, a hint, a suspicion, a vague idea.
He took pages from a book, wrapped them with string and said something about a project called "Disintegration," and "winter is the right time to begin," and nature is his co-conspirator. He showed his project in the beginning - which you can see by clicking on the link above under his blog's name.
I sacrificed one of Robert Louis Stevenson's works to see what Mother Nature and I could come up with. Today is the 24th of January, not exactly the beginning of winter, but let's see what spring brings. You can tell by the photo that now, right now, it's official: I am a certifiable nutcase. Or an artiste! Your choice, but I hope you pick artiste.
I am still enjoying the oil painting I bought yesterday. It is such a jewel! Check it out below if you didn't get to see it. Enjoy this day. Do something creative that verges on nuttiness and see what happens - femminismo
p.s. Keeping me honest, I must admit I changed the photo since I was here last. I decided to paint the pages a bit with gesso and acrylic - to give them just a little color and protection. That's all. Over and out.