This was the third year of Floydfest’s Teen Scene at the Imagine Tent and the first year that guest artist Josh Copus presented daily collage journaling workshops for teens throughout the four day festival. Teens were provided with blank journals, magazines and art supplies. There was a color printer for printing out self-portraits, taken with […]
~ Poetry is the language of our time. It is a verbal excavation, digging us into and under that which is in inarticulate, that which cannot be said but can be felt, that which cannot be stated but can be conjured. Poetry is a form of revolution. It rearranges our thinking, our perception out dialogue. […]
Note: The above are a small sampling of my Asheville Potter Son Josh Copus’s collage journal pages. You can read more about his 20 custom made leather bound collage books and view more photos HERE. More playing Wordless Wednesday are HERE
Tell me a story of things that smell lovely Jasmine, Patchouli I love you truly Post note: The poem is from my vault of nursery rhymes written in the 70’s – 80’s that I’ve recently been re-writing. The photo is from a Woman’s Wellness Week bookmaking workshop sometime in the early 90’s and is […]
20 custom-made leather bound journals, some bulging to a height of half a foot, tell a visual story of a personal evolution. “I don’t think of my life as more interesting than someone else’s but I took the time to record it in an interesting way. The themes are universal,” said 30 year-old Josh Copus, […]
Having just come off a dizzying roller coaster ride of the written word, I went to an open house art day at Rosemary’s house to play in the world of non-verbal fairytale, to tell a deeper story with image and color. There was sunlight shining in on the dining room table, strawberry rhubarb pie and […]
AKA – I know the post that should be here, but I haven’t written it yet, so in the meantime, here are some collages to look at. Death by Computer Dancing on Wall Street’s Grave Stop in the Name of Love Trees Don’t Grow on Money Either When I was a girl I had a […]
I suspect that some of my friends are planning an intervention. I’ve recently had to cancel a few dates with them because I’ve been so busy covering stories, taking pictures and writing, and generally getting so wound up that I have to rest in between each activity and every chance I get. Excitement can be […]
I write poetry by ear like a musician who doesn’t read notes can still play music. ~ Colleen Some people make quilts, stitch blocks of designed fabric together. Others mix colors and paint. The theme of my creative life has been finding my voice and using it through speech and the written word. Considering that, […]
My intention is to immerse myself in the experience of aging in a similar way that I immersed myself in the experience of losing my brothers when they died in 2001. Aging and loss are inevitable life events that I can’t change or avoid. The best I can do is approach them with an inquiring […]
If I were writing a fairytale about my life it would be one about a heroine princess who goes off to be alone. In the quiet of time spent alone she would discover special fruits with special powers, winds that talk, and stars that sing. At night she would sit by the fire and wonder. […]
“The words seem to be pronounced in my head, but with no one speaking them.” Amy Lowell My mother and I have an ongoing conversation through the clipped newspaper articles we send each other. It’s the only comfortable way we can “talk” about politics because our views are so vastly different. She also sends me […]
