I love poetry.
I am especially fond of ‘found poetry’, and I mean found in all its forms… found in book titles, found in magazines, on book pages, cut out words and sentences – you name it. There is so much possible when it comes to ‘found poetry’… and this kind of poetry is also great to use on art journal pages also.
I therefore started FOUND POETRY FRIDAY – everyone is welcome to play along!
There is an “Inlinkz”-list at the end of this post. If you want to share your found poems, you are welcome to add your name to the list that will link us to your blogpost.
You can post your found poem on your own blog any time during the week, so you don’t have to make YOUR Fridays all about poetry – you just link us to the post that contains your poem. Please use the url that goes directly to you ‘found poetry post.’
I woke up very early this morning with one sentence in mind
I tasted the words in my mouth.
An image came to mind.
I wrote a haiku.
My ‘Quirky Dutch Summer event’ – a series of inspirational posts
in English and Dutch – starts June 12. Read all about it here.
Mijn ‘Quirky Dutch Summer’ event – een serie inspirerende posts
in het Engels én Nederlands – start op 12 Juni. Lees meer hier.
Yesterday, my son called that he had ‘a gig’ in our city.
Is it called a ‘gig’ too when you have to go to a concert as a photographer?
Anyway – however – he had to take photos at the Elvis Costello concert
that evening and asked if he could sleep over at our place.
Well, of course you can!
He came at the end of the day to drop of his stuff before he went to the
concert and I gave him the keys in case he would be home late at night.
After the last, stressful and busy weeks I decided I deserved a ‘day off.’
Yesterday was it! The sun was shining. The door to the garden was open
and I started collecting all the gorgeous paper scraps I could find in the house.
I felt a bit rusty – I’m not in the creating flow lately – so nothing better
then to take out the grid journal and start cutting paper.
The ‘grid journal’ is especially made for times like this – when the mind
isn’t in creating mode yet but the fingers itch…
I didn’t think about it much.
I put some brushstrokes (acrylic paint) on the background.
I cut squares of beautiful and textured paper and glued it on the page.
Just like that.
Just to please the eye.
To get in the flow.
|Textuurpapiertjesop een mooie namiddag.
Vrede met alles
|| Textured paper ona delightful afternoon.
At peace with the world
The haiku came with it – and I subscribe it to ‘Haiku my Heart Friday’.
Haiku my Heart is hosted by Rebecca, You can find the list with all
haiku participants on her blog Recuarda Mi Corazon.
With this grid page, the atmosphere was set.
The flow was there.
Here’s the other pieces I made.
I have photos to show and things to tell ’cause last Saturday, I met Lea and
Kimberly – an American and an English woman, who I know from blogging
I haven’t had the time to edit the photos.
Instead of rushing now to show you everything, I decided to give the photos
as well as the blogpost about it the attention it deserves, and present it to you
I won’t leave you with just words though… here’s some art for you to enjoy
Letters from the Wasteland – 9th letter
Size: 16 x 11 cm - 6.3 x 4.3 inch.
Materials: gesso, adirondack spray ink, cut out pieces of paper,
ridged cardboard, sequin waste template, cut out text from an old
See you on Friday dear ones!
Isn’t the online world an amazing place?
I’m grateful every day for the connections that I made with kindred souls
over the years – and now something COOL is about to happen…
I got to know Lea (from the US) and Kimberly (from the UK) through the
haiku circle, and tomorrow they both will be in Rotterdam at the museum
to celebrate ‘World Labyrinth Day’ and I WILL MEET THEM THERE!!
Let’s start this blogpost with a picture, for a change…
Letters from the Wasteland – 6th Letter
(Size: 16 x 11 cm - 6.3 x 4.3 inch. Materials used: gesso,
acrylic paint, dried rose petals and cut out text from an
old fairytale book.)
I made this ‘Letter’ a while ago – and it seemed to be the last bright
and ‘sweet’ letter for a while, ’cause let me show you what came next…