reduce, reuse, recycle, and create!

It's been awhile since I've given an art update! Haven't been painting or drawing too much of late, but other projects are finding their way into my creative schedule.

Dawn makes these Treehugger bookmarks which are made of recycled cardboard (you can still tell what kind of cereal the box was for if you look on the back) and fun things, like bits of string and pictures from cards, magazines, or books. Hers look a lot nicer than the ones I made though (:

Sara and Rebecca and I have gotten together a couple times to be creative: one night we designed journal covers.  If you've never custom decorated the cover of a journal or notebook, I highly recommend it, it is so choice. And you have an empty journal at the end in which to write down all your thoughts and shopping lists!

We're planning on having an Altered Journal exchange over the summer, in which everyone has a book which is passed around the group - everyone gets to design a two page spread per book, so at the end you have a lovely collection of art! If you want to join us, let me know!

How To Get To Priddis?

The Priddis day trip is legend now.  It was that kind of day: not a cloud in the sky, hot, Billy Joel on the radio and a couple of girls off to an arts fair.  But as usually is the case, the map gets twisted and the protagonists end up in a land far removed from their destination.  I was that bumbling navigator, trusting the authority of Google instead of using my head, leading us furthur down through the twists and turns of Highway 22X.  We laughed when we found ourselves in Longview.

After an hour of backtraking we pulled into the full parking lot at the Priddis community hall.  There were vendors of all kinds lining the inner wall of the community centre and the outer line of the yard: antiques, jewelry, pastel-painted furniture with crystal handles, handcrafted decorations made of recycled materials and black and white photos.  Walking past a two-tiered silver serving dish, my Mom was distracted by the round pink and black nuggets poured into colourful cupcake shells.  "What, are they magnets?" she asked.  Turned out they were liquorice samples.  You never knew what you were going to run across there.

With pincushion flowers in arm, we stopped in Bragg Creek for a bite and a run through of some shops, before hitting the road, homebound this time.  Luckily, we had a better idea of how to get there.