I’m hoping to start making better use of these cold February nights. Too many of these frigid isolated evenings are spent fixed in front of the TV, burrowed under blankets, waiting for the snow to break. There must be a better way. Last night, I was reminded of a Pittsburgh poet I recently interviewed and how she said, “This is a great place to write or create. It’s too cold to do anything else.”
And so, I am starting to use my hands again.
This was born out of simple ideas. I wanted to use some leftover scraps of paper and use a new ink pad (royal blue – isn’t it pretty?). I had no intentions on sketching a tree as my rough idea, and it happened haphazardly. I guess because I’ve been thinking about the idea of roots and being planted in a place. I’m not yet sure who will be the recipient of this card, but it could apply to a number of people.
I went through three versions of this because I kept screwing up the stamping. The first one was smeared. The second one couldn’t fit the “S” on the end of “roots” (and disastrously turned into “My Root” – which just sounded & looked funny). Eventually, I settled on this version. Though the letters are falling downhill a bit, the card ended up with the homemade charm I was trying to achieve. And I got to use one of my favorite techniques, cut-up pop-outs. This is a simple method that lifts the flatness out of a paper project. My tree has “real” leaves!
This isn’t much, I know, but it’s a start. It’s been far too long since I’ve spent time in my craft space. And what better time spent it was than how I’ve been spending my February nights. Last eve, I spent some time thinking about how to better fold book arts back into my life. Using this space is a start. Moving my hands keeps it going. I miss this part of me when it lies dormant and welcome it back with fresh repose.