Autumn has really set in.
This morning, mist hung over the houses and the sounds coming from
the city sounded muted… In Zeeland, there also is the distance sound
of the fog-horn on mornings like this – that was the only thing missing here.
I like the early morning mist that holds a promise of a beautiful day.
I mean that kind of mist where you can almost feel the sun shine behind.
Mist that dissolves when the sun climbs the sky… and yes, bright light
shines through my window right now.
So let’s make this a beautiful day, starting with a beautiful photo and haiku
about mist…
..
| mist bedekt de weg
achter die bocht, de duinen landschap van mijn jeugd |
road, covered in mist
behind that bend lay the dunes landscape of my youth |
Haiku My Heart is a wonderful place where people from all over the world
post beautiful photos and and write amazing Haiku. It is hosted by Rebecca
and you can find the list of participants on her blog recuerda mi corazon.
I stick to ‘roads’ for a while if you don’t mind, ’cause the new prompt
at A Year in the Life of an Art Journal (where I am part of the team)
was called ‘Memory Lane’…
THE PROMPT: Memory Lane
THE SONG: You’re Gonna Miss This by Trace Adkins
PRODUCT/TECHNIQUE: photo of a road
For this prompt, I used a photo of the road in the village I grew up in.
Our house was on this road. My dad took the photo (as well as the former
photo with the haiku, yep – ‘Henk’ is my dad)
This time, the photo shows almost the view I had from my teenage room.
I guess dad stood a little higher when he took it, on the roof maybe?
My parents still live in the same house, but the view has changed a lot
(houses arose on the field opposite the street…) I journaled about the
changes and all the (childhood)memories I have when I see this photo.
21 x 19,5 cm - 8.3 x 7.7 inch Used materials/techniques: journaling with orange ink and a dip pen.
Last Friday I wrote about the ‘block’ I feel when I paint, and how I try to
get over that. I kept on sketching and painting last week and it feels like
it (and I!) is getting looser, yeay!
I painted a portrait after a photo of the Dutch writer Etty Hillesum.
It doesn’t look very much like her though, but I’m still pretty satisfied
with the outcome.
(Miscellaneous big art journal: 25 x 35 cm - 9.8 x 13.8 inch) Used materials: gesso, acrylic paint, text stamp, Stazon ink, sequin waste, Adirondack color wash spray ink, Caran d'Ache Neocolor watersoluble crayons, Indian ink, bamboo dip pen, toilet roll (stamped circles)
The journaling is in Dutch, and part of this (longer) text from her diary:
“If there is ever to be peace, it won’t be authentic until each individual
achieves peace within him/herself, expels all feelings of hatred and change
it into something else, maybe even into love — or is that asking too much?
It is the only solution.” ~ Etty Hillesum ~
Maybe it IS asking too much, but let’s try to do that!
I send you all a big hug to start with and I’ll be back on Monday
(Yes, MONDAY – for a reason I will tell you then…)
Enjoy your weekend dear ones!
GORGEOUS! I loveeeeeeeeeeeee that first one with the red!!! And loving the painting in the second one!! Have a fabulous weekend! :):):):):):):):):):):)
Mooi, vooral die foto met al dat priegelgeschrijf. Ach, Etty Hillesum. Ik las haar dagboeken een paar jaar terug met veel plezier en ik moet zeggen toen ik zag dat de quote van haar was, kon ik ook direct het plaatje plaatsen. Mooie pagina’s weer, Marit!
What amazing photos and such a beautiful Haiku. Love the orange journaling!
Caused me to remember Autumns of my youth! Thank you!!! Grand pics!
Lovely, lovely . . . I saw your art journal page in a newsletter yesterday – did not realize it was you! so happy to have stumbled upon you : )
Lovely ) really adore the road page with the orange journalling.
I must comment on Etty’s quote first. Sounds like John Lennon’s Imagine. A dream fo sorts, for peace. It does all start with peace in our own heart. Bravo for those very wise words.
You Father’s photograph is supreb! What a beautiful scene. And memories galore for you. In that peaceful trance of remembering, you must feel good, and that is a great way to start a day.
I’m in the American Southwest, Arizona today and traveling back to New Mexico. Where I live, the Fallness is creeping up with frost and cooler days. It’s cooler here too with temperatures 10-15 degrees below what they are in mid Summer.
Very nice visit here today. Always seems to be. I love your art. Really, I do!
Peace
I love the mist and the rememberance of your youth – beautiful! I’m happy to hear that you’re getting over your “block” and loosening up!
I love the journaling on the photo of your childhood neighborhood as well. That is wonderful. I wish I had a photo of the view from outside a window in my childhood home… what a treasure. Maybe I could journal on a photo of the exterior of my childhood home…. I will try that. I see that it IS autumn for you… how nice…. it’s going to be in the 90’s for us this week so we are excited. Should help the wildfire problems. I will be back!
So much writing, Marit! That photo must have evoked many memories. Impressive.
beautiful post as always…i love that pic of your childhood neighborhood..the orange journaling looks fantastic! tfs! have a great weekend and I am looking forward to your Monday post!
Lots of childhood memories then Marit? Henk’s misty photo is gorgeous, as is your haiku, and I always enjoy your artwork. I’m happy to read that you are spending more time painting – Etty’s pic is really good – bravo!!
Have a great weekend! xo
Misty pics are the best especially blended with stories of youth………
Enjoy your weekend,
Sue x
i absolutely love that second picture! a road paved with words; a sky painted with words; there a strong sense of nostalgia in this picture. i love it.
xo sandra
Lovely Haiku. I love the picture too. Nice work all around.
Melanie
Prachtige foto van je vader!! (volgens mij heb je die al eens eerder op een werk gebruikt…)
Het uitzicht vanuit je kamertje kan ik me natuurlijk ook nog herinneren… we hebben daar vele uurtjes kletsend en naar buiten glurend doorgebracht!! Prachtig zo met de oranje tekst!!
Je laatste werk met het portret is ook super gelukt!! Gaat lekker hé de laatste tijd!!!!!
I love your post today. I like seeing your art journal and reading the supply list. I like to do that in my own blog occasionally.
Very well done!
I walked down this same misty lane with you this morning.
love the drive down memory lane.
What a rich landscape you have provide for us to enjoy. I especially like your journal page. And most of all, the mist that is becoming a part of our northern latitudes now. I can’t wait for all to arrive in all of its cool glory.
It is always a delight when you talk or journal about your very special girlhood home in Zeeland…even the name sounds like fun! It is no surprise that you had plenty to say in your journal spread…
your mist photo and words move me too…I enjoy a misty/foggy morning
we had a drastic shift in the temperature … I need to find my house slippers…this barefoot girl has cold feet!
happy weekend dear one!
oxo
I love the journaling on the photo! The quote is a great reminder!!
Going on a memory trip can be painful or joyful. It all depends…
Chimes here and here and here
Such a full, rich post, Marit. I love the photo and your haiku, but I was also enchanted with your art journal page. By the way, I am American Dutch. My parents (long gone) and my sisters were all born in the Holland/Zeeland area in Michigan.
Love the trip down memory lane…and a beautiful haiku
Van die foto’s krijg ik zin om de stad uit te gaan! En Etty Hillesum kan korter samengevat worden: verbeter de wereld, begin bij jezelf 😉
Prachtige post weer, Marit!! Vooral de mist-foto van je vader vind ik schitterend! Maar natuurlijk heb je zelf ook weer kunstwerkjes afgeleverd!
Ben heel benieuwd naar je maandag-post!
Fijn weekend!! 3 x raden wat ik ga doen 😉
XXXJenneke
How special that your parents still live in the house that you were raised in. And also that your dad took a photo like this.
Your art page is very special, I have a passion for writing and this page just spoke to me.
Marit your journal pages never cease to amaze me and knock my socks off!!! Stunning!!!
I love to go back so now and then to my old neighbourhood where I grew up. So much has changed since then. But the weirdest feeling is that I see now that the playground isn’t that big – as a child it felt so much bigger!