Can you believe we're halfway through the year?!
Over the past few months I have bought rather more sticker books than are sensible. So I need to use them. The journal pages for June reflect me using them.
This one is totally butterfly mad because it was Naomi's birthday this week.
Just getting round to sorting out this week and the monthly calendar. A bit behind for some reason.
Thanks for joining me today.
Bernice
More grids! This time I played on paper. And I had a friend come to play!
I tried to be less rigid about the spaces.
And used other shapes with the grids
The first layer was blue (see above). Then white which you can hardly see and then orange.
After the masking tape was removed.
And the masking tape put together.
The masking tape.
I think I'm going to leave making these grids for a bit and try something else.
Thanks for joining me today
Bernice
Continuing my map project, I wrote this piece of creative writing. Not prose but possibly not a poem either!
Mapping
Folded up.
Keeping information enclosed and secret.
Unfolding.
Fold up.
Fold down.
Concertina folds.
Slowly unfolding. No longer hidden.
Spread out.
Spread across a table.
Spread out on a car bonnet.
Tracing the route with a finger.
Following the blue, the red, the orange, the yellow
And even the white.
Tracing the dotted lines of pathways and bridleways.
Refolded to show the area required
Tears along the creases from frequent folding and unfolding.
Churches with spires. Churches with towers.
Viewpoints, historic houses, gardens
Symbols, names, scale.
A route from A to B.
A straight route.
A meandering route.
Rivers, canals and railway lines
Geography and history side by side.
Miles and mile of potential.
Adventures waiting to happen.
Here be dragons!
But life.
Life doesn’t come with a map.
No manual. Just the clock.
60 seconds.
Tick.
60 minutes.
Tock.
60 hours.
Tick.
60 days.
Tock.
60 years.
Tick tock.
Morning
Evening
Afternoon
J Alfred Prufrock
Measuring out his life with coffee spoons
Tick.
Tock.
Thanks for joining me today
Bernice
