This is a page in the first art journal I'm going to finish completely and I’m happy about it; I have more empty "art journals" than full ones because I find it hard to get started in one. It is difficult to make that first mark in a book, rather than on a page that can be easily discarded. Going by all the videos out there on how to get started in an art journal, I know that I’m not alone in this – but knowing that doesn’t seem to make it easier – maybe just less lonely. I also posted the picture of the journal page on Facebook, which should not seem like a hurdle, but it is. Facebook is all your “friends”, right? What should be difficult about sharing something with your friends, something you’ve created? For some reason though, it is difficult. It isn’t easy to share something. A small thing like a ‘like’, never mind a positive comment, makes us relax a bit. Validated. I’d sworn that I wasn’t going to share photos or art on Facebook anymore but, today, I was just so darn happy with my journal page. So I decided to share it anyway, simply because it does make me happy. Likes or no likes, I like – and I like that.
Thursday, 29 September 2016
Think of the North - September 2016 - NorthernShy
I think of the North. What it represents to me. Here in the city, when I see the leaves starting to turn, I see the North. When conditions are right and the air is cool and crisp, I smell the North. When people on the street smile and make a brief connection when passing, I feel the North. I don’t have to be there. I don’t have to be in the physical space that is the North. Even though I love that space. I’m here. And I can find the North here. I think of the North and it sets me free.
Sunday, 24 July 2016
Three Wishes - May 2016 - NorthernShy
I’m a saver. Pick up something new & it’ll sit for a while before I wear/use it. Find that special piece that I just know would look good in my art journal but – it is stored away. Rainy day, rainy day, keep it for a rainy day. So would I use those 3 wishes? Would I make everything right; would I ask for more time; would I save the world? Or would I wait. Because that would be me. That would be something I’d do. Perhaps my first wish should be not to be me. But then my wishes still wouldn’t be wished. So I have to stay me and hold onto my three. Save them for that rainy day. And who knows, maybe that day is today. I wish I knew.
Saturday, 21 May 2016
Sunday, 10 April 2016
Winter Wings - January 2016 - Northernshy
Recognizing patterns & themes in your life can be interesting, and sometimes a little scary too. I’m thinking today about ‘sight'.
I have an Aunt who has not been able to see for quite some time. She lives alone, far away from us, so that is a worry. More recently, I have an Uncle who is losing his sight. He also lives far away from us. Each are “out of sight”, one might say. Each one is from a different side of the family; genetics covered.
This weekend I experienced a problem with one of my eyes. A trip to the optometrist tells me that what is happening is common for people over 50. However, due to my symptoms, over the next month or so I am at risk of vision loss.
As someone who takes photographs and creates art – my passion is related to how I see the world. This blog is where I write about how I see the world.
I did not think until this weekend that I would suddenly be concerned about how I literally “see” the world. Troubling. And then I randomly stumble upon a video, from Quebec Tourism of all places, about the spectacular trip of a blind tourist. Well. If that doesn’t take the cake. Just when I’m worrying about vision loss (in ONE eye) I see this guy who can't see enjoying all the “sights” with such joy. Google it – it is fabulous. And it just goes to show that life really is how you see it – whether you can, or whether you can’t.
Friday, 15 January 2016
January - January 2016 - NorthernShy
January is here, looking at us sharply, with dark, steely eyes, and a cold so cold it’s hot on our skin. What can we do, except look back at it defiantly, finding a warm edge to that hardened gaze, glinting with promises of once-in-awhile sunshine and better things to come. January is here.