This journal is somewhere in Thailand, or at least that’s where I sent it// Reincarnated from a dilapidated vintage book and accented with wool stitching on an exposed spine.
Anon.
Visionary Aero Scribe
In the mid to late 1800s, Charles Dellschau inscribed a handmade book titled “Recollections” containing vivid paintings and fantastical sketches documenting the inventions of a secret aero society. Some of his work was salvaged from a trash heap in the 1960s // For more.
Magic Maker
A photo montage of my daughter at play // She’s my magic-making warriorette and full-time inspiration.
Mark-making
Flowering
This is one of my favorites by Max Ernst- from his collage series “A Week of Kindness” (1934) // For me, an illustrated invocation of Spring and the returning Sun. Life rising from the inevitable bones of death. A resurrection of sorts. // Happy Ēostre!
Distance don’t matter.
An inspiring use of salvaged material in the art installation Distance Don’t Matter. Swoon and collaborators Ben Wolf, Greg Henderson, Conrad Carlson, Monica Canilao and Ryan Doyle constructed the installation of found materials, wheatpasted prints, paintings and more. The installation was featured at SPACE Gallery in Portland, ME, from mid November–December ’09. The raw materials were recycled from dumpsters, waste piles and thrift stores then transformed into a 3-dimensional world that allowed the audience a direct experience of the brilliant color, texture, symbolism, intricate pattern work, and themed imagery. Swoon’s work includes the transformation of abandoned buildings, rundown warehouses, and broken walls into new and urban landscapes. An illuminating way to revitalize and ignite life in otherwise broken spaces.
Upbringing.
// A rainbow arches over the crystal waters and into an abandoned barn where raccoons hold congregation. Here my brother and I are handed days the length of summer. We wander and explore with mischief. Magic seeps over the grasses. In the gold of afternoon, traveling fleets of Monarch wink like petals through the understory. Giggling, we leap and paw at them, our hands clapping like bear traps. I make a catch! Hands cupping a flurry of fumbling velvet, I race over to him with wide-eyed intent. His eyes meet my hands and I nod affirming. Honey stillness. Fingers uncurling, palms spread wide in offering. Instantly, marmalade wings flash forth- strong as breath, rippling the sea of child mind. // -word painting of a childhood memory
Heartwork.
Spring is nearing // bearing new beginning // seeds of gratitude I will to plant~
I give thanks for my hands and my eyes, for the ability and the vision to make play at work. I’m thankful for my sweetie and his big papa heart, for our children and their wise ways. I give thanks to Earth and Ocean and especially Moon, who pulls the tides to uncover the jewels of my expression. Special thanks to my dear friends and family for their support, encouragement and inspiration.
May this place in the web be spun with the fruits of my work and the work of those who kindle inspiration in the hearts of many. May it be a place of integrity, truth and a momentary stillroom for that which flows Unbound.
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