tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91182932208675535352024-03-14T00:19:34.196-07:00HippyHippyHooray~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-18969656983137907562010-06-20T10:36:00.001-07:002010-06-20T11:22:25.818-07:00Journal Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fvCnCvdb8X6cOcV1am_8P8cZlg14S5cnV6hVsrcTINZMJqQlFGIQNIp2lxM54fwz5-CVwxfGq4zJZJk4bjF_kZiIVfSYv_TkQhCY1byvM3IEkF8Aco2qWSDYfqh384w_c2BZpgzkoxA/s1600/Jjournal+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fvCnCvdb8X6cOcV1am_8P8cZlg14S5cnV6hVsrcTINZMJqQlFGIQNIp2lxM54fwz5-CVwxfGq4zJZJk4bjF_kZiIVfSYv_TkQhCY1byvM3IEkF8Aco2qWSDYfqh384w_c2BZpgzkoxA/s400/Jjournal+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484917931597331458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnN-l1jgv_4XshdW6f1u8MlX5Qgo4LQiib0VHqD_JF9EABg9lmaD-QJErJomdteV34-uTAEF5dcL1x6BSWYFwh2K1yUlfxiW2mI2gn1LII4u0k6G1rbwnA8k47PZd7l8OHi2ICWK6XKg4/s1600/Jjournal+002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnN-l1jgv_4XshdW6f1u8MlX5Qgo4LQiib0VHqD_JF9EABg9lmaD-QJErJomdteV34-uTAEF5dcL1x6BSWYFwh2K1yUlfxiW2mI2gn1LII4u0k6G1rbwnA8k47PZd7l8OHi2ICWK6XKg4/s400/Jjournal+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484916505567898898" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnN-l1jgv_4XshdW6f1u8MlX5Qgo4LQiib0VHqD_JF9EABg9lmaD-QJErJomdteV34-uTAEF5dcL1x6BSWYFwh2K1yUlfxiW2mI2gn1LII4u0k6G1rbwnA8k47PZd7l8OHi2ICWK6XKg4/s1600/Jjournal+002.jpg"><br /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhviD9f7K3sGEJe_tr4zozXCzWwMH0v3YFiL2fec09Y5WJHAjALrhFd4VNOt-5Tk5pBXz-jMHvkZ9NjQtccPDI7LUkzpTtniGsxJI58FeK9QfZBA6ddxoKqZ4c7w3N0klHOLFe2TtJSiYY/s1600/MexicanPassion.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhviD9f7K3sGEJe_tr4zozXCzWwMH0v3YFiL2fec09Y5WJHAjALrhFd4VNOt-5Tk5pBXz-jMHvkZ9NjQtccPDI7LUkzpTtniGsxJI58FeK9QfZBA6ddxoKqZ4c7w3N0klHOLFe2TtJSiYY/s400/MexicanPassion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484914667658416562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HrmIhHoibsRyKNpzzigZXhRfMq2lLKuuBuIf_R07NkXiNkP3dKiLC-LLaJg7otGxEh-7pAilGBGpAddfRmh8PqflSbTepUH4M6EVobrVKcjV_s5vR6LY25Ch4TbDi6OWddqk0yEKozU/s1600/whenthemoodstrikes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HrmIhHoibsRyKNpzzigZXhRfMq2lLKuuBuIf_R07NkXiNkP3dKiLC-LLaJg7otGxEh-7pAilGBGpAddfRmh8PqflSbTepUH4M6EVobrVKcjV_s5vR6LY25Ch4TbDi6OWddqk0yEKozU/s400/whenthemoodstrikes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911341402215730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-81327329823671368802010-05-30T14:40:00.000-07:002010-06-05T16:57:12.080-07:00Basque in the Knowledge<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673265386/" title="MedCityJournal by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673289104/" title="MedCityJournal by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1269/4673289104_3ee45e068a_b.jpg" width="480" height="639" alt="MedCityJournal" /></a></a></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My grand-daughter has been researching our family roots. Nearly every day we talk about the towns and villages in Italy and France where my grandparents' lives began.<br /><br />My Dad's family came to the states from Palermo, Sicily. After talking and thinking about life there for hours, I noticed images like the one above appearing in my Art Journal as I sat on the sofa doodling.<br />I was thinking of the Sicilian architecture as it seemed to teeter on the edge of the Mediterranean.<br /><br />Although I lived in Germany back in the early 1970s and traveled to Italy, I was never fortunate enough to make it to Sicily - but in my mind the doodle I drew feels 'familiar'.<br /><br />Forty years ago on my parents 31st wedding anniversary I set out to find a painting as a gift for them. The year was 1969 and my favorite art store was Aaron Brothers. I walked in and within five minutes I was <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">drawn</span> to the painting below. I had to buy it. There was never a thought of looking further...it just felt 'familiar'....<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4654073830/" title="BasquePainting_02 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673277874/" title="Basquecountry by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4673277874_5d267f54e8.jpg" alt="Basquecountry" width="480" height="481" /></a><br /><br />...Flash forward to 2010...I now know something I did not know then back in '69.<br />My maternal grandmother was born in a small Basque, sheepherding village in France, on the border of Spain, called Urepel.<br /><br />My grand-daughter <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mimadeo/3545250483/">found this photograph of Urepel</a> on Flickr...<br /><br />Do you see why it felt so 'familiar' to me?<br /><br /></div>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-55602076698043539412010-05-16T17:11:00.000-07:002010-06-05T18:10:19.647-07:00Background Check<div style="text-align: center;">Checking in with more backgrounds in my visual journal...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7khyJ6zu9w-V8xoknanm1UrYMme_CGI4spVgCF2IEZ0WZ6RcoRhUmGzPxOnuxZlAMzRE7xi9pGjV52slb3z9iPbzy1k1ggWFnW15YQSmdyuPWhRRy7LLs0tc0AdLVB5WGKvCqt8ZH9ys/s1600/05EvryThingMatters.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673348632/" title="EvryThingMatters-01 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4673348632_5e008dd29e_b.jpg" alt="EvryThingMatters-01" width="466" height="639" /></a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try 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src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4673348646_1b1fe300df_b.jpg" width="489" height="515" alt="Evrytown-03" /></a></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGuKRyHi5zuY4uB9tV-ZBKGfeZ87lyWNSADCj8bycmKERTiAdlVkHuPgGglxa6eFgeY-9iPwv3B1_pDJWXg3Lt2O5Ee70pnyHbruP5SqvXiKA095YG8yufSgNF5f0AFdmGCZ04RSkQl1Y/s1600/0112HomeTown.jpg"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673348650/" title="Evrytown-04 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4673348650_1164a137a5.jpg" width="489" height="317" alt="Evrytown-04" /></a></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr4CX2DDpGfDi4sndaxrB7P0ph7keyZE2f_Q9ob9D0WfMkeWio0Y0yfX-jvcSlOPJV1ECTOK2g9YAVs2_WSCOTidpUq4PltAsKu2R5JQqFAMHTCS2r1rnSJ4HNBs_4I6siotli2SHhFQo/s1600/06EvryDetail.jpg"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673348658/" title="EvryDetail-05 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4673348658_eb80c4e723.jpg" width="489" height="367" alt="EvryDetail-05" /></a></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqyc7j02YIGbqA2DJcfkJEtBw9Wgv0hOCrhVhr5xrwL7rDZ36yQN0ZI_t_35lJbpESkh0L4sazolua3qjcbCmDteTmzw1hIig9mdDjOek8c3YGivojqLx_FTcMqU77ThCy7y06NWUFr0/s1600/0912345+copy.jpg"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673348662/" title="evrything-07 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4673348662_53057bedcd_b.jpg" width="454" height="640" alt="evrything-07" /></a></a></div> <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7F4V0fzmojhu4-54x3KCkW-nqhVsIyCbY7fTdL0Awvmv2l9_9zVITzeu-LmKN0lz9H6egsLQce8V4nPefrtudFeD2EybCAiZhI8uXxwf3Tg8OQPBQmQzM-a-9CGurJCErncI45v2fdk/s1600/01MyCloseUp.jpg"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673439522/" title="evry-08 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4673439522_d3cd9667b9.jpg" width="489" height="379" alt="evry-08" /></a></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZRPNLHMVphuu3H5aaQ7hHH0uZBRxwo1AY-I8pqQGWKXTDljjMnGI2uW95O7nBPMe1E2n4DmS-g430KnJbseCWzbDcQbGQlAgu07HZzTJwASjjJAuvreaZrEDv2035k9NsCHdlj1GyP3g/s1600/02MellowYello.jpg"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673439524/" title="evry-09 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4673439524_bb5feec01a.jpg" width="489" height="381" alt="evry-09" /></a></a>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-52910108185720872902010-04-25T16:54:00.001-07:002010-04-25T17:09:04.263-07:00In No Hurry<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinq9HBRA3aqXmuD9J0ezw8oo2j2SqeyRPLpRpCfmSKMgrvsIdUkbLAyUhO17jI6LEJHOSC3Xf1JTy-l4p_KtY3vEHcl9uWFAHNr8z6jFfTcQRU4A3W5XQHaTxySsH7nIfuy9MVFos6lRU/s1600/IMG_5600+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinq9HBRA3aqXmuD9J0ezw8oo2j2SqeyRPLpRpCfmSKMgrvsIdUkbLAyUhO17jI6LEJHOSC3Xf1JTy-l4p_KtY3vEHcl9uWFAHNr8z6jFfTcQRU4A3W5XQHaTxySsH7nIfuy9MVFos6lRU/s400/IMG_5600+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464228118640972946" border="0" /></a><br />Pages evolve. I never know where they are going to take me. Layering paint, drawing, collage, image transfers... no rhyme or reason...and yet... stories appear, or snippets of stories at best.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMudDAMdFfZh4NzUWsIy0VepkHbJPyL0PhvGowPIjcsS3Ch2kzZA2xVZEf51Bo2Donp1Z9d_lpqudec_f4m9poW7KGDa0VMXGuVDWRsnwOdOvn0JmLL7_LUYZQCrtXQS9O5_wI6Fls3-c/s1600/IMG_5596+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMudDAMdFfZh4NzUWsIy0VepkHbJPyL0PhvGowPIjcsS3Ch2kzZA2xVZEf51Bo2Donp1Z9d_lpqudec_f4m9poW7KGDa0VMXGuVDWRsnwOdOvn0JmLL7_LUYZQCrtXQS9O5_wI6Fls3-c/s400/IMG_5596+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464228110638032978" border="0" /></a>Some are still held deep within me from the 60s...most ethics and beliefs still held strong:<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIOymnyBbl3Cojwi5CJJ6d_qU2_vY4ojfvEIc3EPZJjcL4-iwTbp6A4NPAZL2J62_YTdsFdNOuugS4FPdc97fAeE9kvMX8SKPY6t02BbVmXevN5GFvd0sl2KiHKsr8QUhxhIUvdCkyAk/s1600/IMG_5591+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIOymnyBbl3Cojwi5CJJ6d_qU2_vY4ojfvEIc3EPZJjcL4-iwTbp6A4NPAZL2J62_YTdsFdNOuugS4FPdc97fAeE9kvMX8SKPY6t02BbVmXevN5GFvd0sl2KiHKsr8QUhxhIUvdCkyAk/s400/IMG_5591+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464228099068163890" border="0" /></a><br />...still the Dove and not the Hawk...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBy-_QRO9JPJwcCi0Q73k4MfuYz6Hf6vjtKT3o5S-cBFU43u_0DQ5GRjwicRGbupJD4cz5DuMkx7z-AbBH_-RCm2NyvM2A_8oeCHM0VSpvR_cwmKvc08Vh1mhdpreZd6A7ortOWqkisE/s1600/IMG_5589+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBy-_QRO9JPJwcCi0Q73k4MfuYz6Hf6vjtKT3o5S-cBFU43u_0DQ5GRjwicRGbupJD4cz5DuMkx7z-AbBH_-RCm2NyvM2A_8oeCHM0VSpvR_cwmKvc08Vh1mhdpreZd6A7ortOWqkisE/s400/IMG_5589+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464228089241581954" border="0" /></a><br />...some things even further back appear on the pages...those things we love in childhood that stay with us...or at least their memory...<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomqKOj9HrC2YMcDRS9RVjwge15vL7krHhi8o5mrQZfQ6vghbI50pvM_y87vhDNYo3UDGWNtm0l5YFW2IrIaPkDhbXrILuBz5vvEXI9pQs0Yzmj31c14KB1vV6EWnFFE3TpPp3wImrafU/s1600/IMG_5586+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomqKOj9HrC2YMcDRS9RVjwge15vL7krHhi8o5mrQZfQ6vghbI50pvM_y87vhDNYo3UDGWNtm0l5YFW2IrIaPkDhbXrILuBz5vvEXI9pQs0Yzmj31c14KB1vV6EWnFFE3TpPp3wImrafU/s400/IMG_5586+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464228083507574034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-82751091704955867852010-02-08T18:14:00.000-08:002010-02-09T08:21:28.649-08:00artist-visual journal thingy<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I refuse to over-think the little spurts of creativity that happen to fall upon the pages of my artist-visual journal-thingy. There is no rhyme or reason and I do not tell a story that lasts more than two pages, if I tell a story at all. Sometimes I find myself wondering what birds are thinking...yup, all that and more in my artist-visual journal thingy. Pull up a chair.<br /><br />(bit by bit, piece by piece... pages evolve)<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436062034956418098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHKB-uyazV5E5g_bBgQqK1r0gH7SBWo0vI_zgdejcP1-4Yhyphenhyphenss6mMhOV1MwQQ4smk0eLbpPXSlrh6vd0kCCJUN_q9P0yfh1_o4X28xDMrzRkCD5mS5CkDPiRCGrd4RDaXwPwqUhJmYQ8/s400/4visualjournal+017.jpg" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1M2SAXMF_6pj-N06XFcCUsJ9X6kjNbbb3QtnBAwZwFsmDyw7gmM9fKyofAzGQOQ3F5c59WMzCwdK4vFYPf2xkpaxLVWCVx3HyyKClhqwZPGb-BG5p6s0kgn7Rm_2PSAvq6blbFEGXLJA/s1600-h/3visualjournal027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436062026295068578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1M2SAXMF_6pj-N06XFcCUsJ9X6kjNbbb3QtnBAwZwFsmDyw7gmM9fKyofAzGQOQ3F5c59WMzCwdK4vFYPf2xkpaxLVWCVx3HyyKClhqwZPGb-BG5p6s0kgn7Rm_2PSAvq6blbFEGXLJA/s400/3visualjournal027.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsLD8r5_yLTNC1ue7vugN-1rqsqcbWzMHojEMxYCddh4MIzgThFzF76JUUWvanhjelePOepxwhNo23U78peDNFee3vHy5tyNH7UxxNpX5fpmc4TSVMGMiif9EtJnI2-2m8GA6uRvZqb0/s1600-h/5visualjournal+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436062385630327730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsLD8r5_yLTNC1ue7vugN-1rqsqcbWzMHojEMxYCddh4MIzgThFzF76JUUWvanhjelePOepxwhNo23U78peDNFee3vHy5tyNH7UxxNpX5fpmc4TSVMGMiif9EtJnI2-2m8GA6uRvZqb0/s400/5visualjournal+015.jpg" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuioLnTdSOm_SezIMPD4X9ScS6zVnJSvmT72DIw3JKkqTn6fZDuk4O_0SpxAIW4-gCYu68hVqKwR3xEHVgMbuTibreuxyRsW97nLsZzfq5qVJpZz1teMiHhF_weCu87DS2GXFO0AmSmNU/s1600-h/1visualjournal+030.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436062019598189874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuioLnTdSOm_SezIMPD4X9ScS6zVnJSvmT72DIw3JKkqTn6fZDuk4O_0SpxAIW4-gCYu68hVqKwR3xEHVgMbuTibreuxyRsW97nLsZzfq5qVJpZz1teMiHhF_weCu87DS2GXFO0AmSmNU/s400/1visualjournal+030.jpg" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hXbSZHOrvhjd2h6gQ1axVE5u0mt0WlKXiuaotnL6mW9CCmnSsnww-5gz8A2nuqIwnbkskZfr5PihOJa3s2lgksHmyUgiHXRVvVo1eibLeT25poWG7gxFiNVuG6fqhf7e-Y_obRKbexU/s1600-h/2visualjournal+028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436062008757315346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hXbSZHOrvhjd2h6gQ1axVE5u0mt0WlKXiuaotnL6mW9CCmnSsnww-5gz8A2nuqIwnbkskZfr5PihOJa3s2lgksHmyUgiHXRVvVo1eibLeT25poWG7gxFiNVuG6fqhf7e-Y_obRKbexU/s400/2visualjournal+028.jpg" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuzc9Dyt3-k8ETzBvga_f1CVsdOWJq2qaXZECiAoundUmijBRbRtsqWFIJLw09DZ8YuzeFrs5xVcAzp8mjmMMdl_x_tkbFEwCFZU7aO39q0zKWMbKXiIA2vCL0E7WbUsZB_xGzdQZ4NU/s1600-h/0visualjournal+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436061998263619762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuzc9Dyt3-k8ETzBvga_f1CVsdOWJq2qaXZECiAoundUmijBRbRtsqWFIJLw09DZ8YuzeFrs5xVcAzp8mjmMMdl_x_tkbFEwCFZU7aO39q0zKWMbKXiIA2vCL0E7WbUsZB_xGzdQZ4NU/s400/0visualjournal+006.jpg" /></a>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-10991013497277436352010-02-06T13:42:00.000-08:002010-02-06T15:23:04.049-08:00My Background<div style="text-align: center;">Lately when I am creating something I have 'revenue' in mind...always searching for a way to bring a few more bucks into the family budget - but for nearly three weeks now I have taken a break and just allowed myself to make marks in my art journal creating backgrounds for future journaling.<br /><br />I've had a lot to process these past 4+ years - first losing my precious parents, and a few weeks ago my life-long childhood friend/sister, Jan...and so I sought solace in playing in my journal.<br /><br />I work in layers. I can layer from sunrise to sunset and then layer some more. I love discovering what is below the surface-- to feel as though I can see the history beneath the present. Building the layers, creating texture, laying strong foundation...a lot like life...<br /><br />I have been working in this same journal for nearly 3 years now - with no rush to get it done and move on to another...often I think pages are done, only to find myself turning to them when hearing them call out for yet another layer...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDQRv1AsCiQPL9BtCmSuwRWvFZMYZdmJjwxTtkhyphenhyphenhLvPKRA6R2akawbQj2um0nsNyKzwE8OzuudFoqHy33YvQ48taeqk7zTrQJFUTZlXzwsDMa0E0WqUoidaItYxpQouipvMkcmkQb34/s1600-h/FreeStyle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDQRv1AsCiQPL9BtCmSuwRWvFZMYZdmJjwxTtkhyphenhyphenhLvPKRA6R2akawbQj2um0nsNyKzwE8OzuudFoqHy33YvQ48taeqk7zTrQJFUTZlXzwsDMa0E0WqUoidaItYxpQouipvMkcmkQb34/s400/FreeStyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435269173687183026" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysqCOnLTPxNwuhjIhWI8UmfXSv0BsRspP0Jus561lJV5OlWmZ1MPBELGbWc4RzsNmQsajOD2H72i8TMF9uMsmvy2WNE-O8zKkiXKJ-XaRNn_BC92wGxknoufSQg1GQF5B27-nu-Z9OZE/s1600-h/HeadLines.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysqCOnLTPxNwuhjIhWI8UmfXSv0BsRspP0Jus561lJV5OlWmZ1MPBELGbWc4RzsNmQsajOD2H72i8TMF9uMsmvy2WNE-O8zKkiXKJ-XaRNn_BC92wGxknoufSQg1GQF5B27-nu-Z9OZE/s400/HeadLines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435249548206777586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQpKaZpTtm2_7PTUkGI8VNGyOs0mdDT27C9o6WhTFiwFUvr_FdObft6syZYZheybQpsNe8IrXx1q2yKbK4_8u3e3xPB57jnYa75zyc1TwGk02hlxl6zEROZMxHskdHAMsaPSO3IleT3A/s1600-h/Money.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQpKaZpTtm2_7PTUkGI8VNGyOs0mdDT27C9o6WhTFiwFUvr_FdObft6syZYZheybQpsNe8IrXx1q2yKbK4_8u3e3xPB57jnYa75zyc1TwGk02hlxl6zEROZMxHskdHAMsaPSO3IleT3A/s400/Money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435249348740214114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Gn_0l9KvzLm2fH-FpzQm035_52YrzdB3vhAhC0MJjbsmGdrJwD6yd62PNsWJITdVFKHq1itlOUZciak2P9sZ16_Sq9AlvLzSweMq4h-aXD8IvJGIKpl1cXQWo3W_lNNgaIXsBoHHIIM/s1600-h/NoMoreWar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Gn_0l9KvzLm2fH-FpzQm035_52YrzdB3vhAhC0MJjbsmGdrJwD6yd62PNsWJITdVFKHq1itlOUZciak2P9sZ16_Sq9AlvLzSweMq4h-aXD8IvJGIKpl1cXQWo3W_lNNgaIXsBoHHIIM/s400/NoMoreWar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435249343705943858" border="0" /></a><br />*above: Additional images by Shepard Fairey*<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYi31Sn0EoZB1T8Oab37dJf3oklGAKjfvsr2kQFguW2_lwmhz3OU-lZrvPfUEm85lPrf9CCuabkvDtLXyxj3TQTafSbLPdUzIdLH8BLrul_Uh89GUNjGQFBKCsW8fiinzYUsaWd0z-lOM/s1600-h/OrdinaryDay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYi31Sn0EoZB1T8Oab37dJf3oklGAKjfvsr2kQFguW2_lwmhz3OU-lZrvPfUEm85lPrf9CCuabkvDtLXyxj3TQTafSbLPdUzIdLH8BLrul_Uh89GUNjGQFBKCsW8fiinzYUsaWd0z-lOM/s400/OrdinaryDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435249337708904930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3B8GPseQk8SxOPj_F4SnD9fy-JucmFDLc73RFqkaCavYXIl_a5S0HmBVTJpKg1VROGkuSAgifu9_Nn7pvLOo0sdf5UbMnYldCgnNtsDLK25P2qCTt8zaVJCEa7SP3hyphenhyphenzipQ_ktb-jxI/s1600-h/Unclassified.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3B8GPseQk8SxOPj_F4SnD9fy-JucmFDLc73RFqkaCavYXIl_a5S0HmBVTJpKg1VROGkuSAgifu9_Nn7pvLOo0sdf5UbMnYldCgnNtsDLK25P2qCTt8zaVJCEa7SP3hyphenhyphenzipQ_ktb-jxI/s400/Unclassified.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435249333792516258" border="0" /></a>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-69839366671998115922009-12-06T11:30:00.000-08:002010-06-05T16:25:44.606-07:00My Generation<div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div align="center">It has been said that what you love in your youth stays with you.</div>I loved the 60s and 70s (and the 50s too...yes, I am an oldie but goodie!) and I reflect it in my art.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4672512629/" title="MyGenerationVisualJournalBlog by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1278/4672512629_4edf6425b0.jpg" alt="MyGenerationVisualJournalBlog" width="489" height="380" /></a><br /><br />I had so much fun creating the two page spread seen above. I was listening to a mixed CD of 60s music at the time. Music is a must when I am making art. It allows me to tune out distractions and focus on creating.<br />The two stamps (a likeness of Bob Dylan, and Give Up War For Lent) were hand-carved during <a href="http://hippyhippyhooray.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-i-found-my-zen.html">my Zen period.</a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyFdizIfAhZN3YEKcQBOeaE0Kh3ZqOULYYtwnF6XJ86wbaG2b_FmjUCp8wi6SaBvpmBh9q1SByhAM-Y6sL8Jh4uPdj31UKtcJQoG2IMKyTIGYU12_jyah8nRNvviz6gJkSE4zqUR2DnE4/s1600-h/HippyChick.jpg"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4673217386/" title="HippyChickGen by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4673217386_f689cf0388.jpg" width="489" height="407" alt="HippyChickGen" /></a><br /></a> Talkin' 'bout my generation...(that's me around 1972!)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Does your art reflect the things you loved in your youth?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"></div>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-46821388612512695142009-12-06T09:22:00.000-08:002010-06-05T15:56:25.723-07:00Where I Found My Zen<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4672533021/" title="zenpaul-1 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4672533021_64b3f1e188_b.jpg" width="426" height="651" alt="zenpaul-1" /></a></span><br /><br />A few years ago I was really into hand-carving rubber stamps.<br />After losing my precious Mom I needed to find a way back to enjoying my passion...<br />...making ART...<br />-the quiet and focused method of carving stamps was my path.<br />It was where I found my zen.<br /><br />While carving the rubber stamp of Paul in the journal page pictured above I began thinking back to 1963.<br />I was 13 and the British invasion had begun!<br />I remember clearly that even our mom's thought Paul was 'the cute Beatle'...well, at least my Mom did! For over 42 years Mom and I loved listening to the Beatles together.<br /><br /></div>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-49508510203624442212009-12-05T09:02:00.000-08:002010-06-05T14:09:10.019-07:00I have a photograph, preserve your memories...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukjvkm9dHB9uBADyEr4LT7TMmG4HH_77XZpLMRTvramlT2YvF2YRCp_13SG34ZgQIOq83AmdKb926d7CHywBY8_Sz0dPVGzki5iFjMPev4Bbg8F2TWi9ug5WSZ_DbgBLDeFv_-3_YuAE/s1600-h/!!!!!TwoGrandfathers+001.JPG"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4672281043/" title="TwoGrandfatherJournalPage by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4672281043_288d145987.jpg" width="489" height="389" alt="TwoGrandfatherJournalPage" /></a></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Long ago it must be<br />I have a photograph<br />Preserve your memories<br />They're all that's left you.<br /><br />--bookends...simon & garfunkel--<br /><br />We all have them. Old photographs in shoe boxes; in photo albums on dusty shelves; in envelopes stuffed in a dresser drawer...and in our busy lives we rarely pull them out and look at them.<br /><br />Two photos of my Grandfathers were tucked in a large brown envelope at the back of my closet. I made photocopies of each of them and grabbed my Visual Journal...now I look at these photos often and reflect on my families history.<br /><br />After creating a background using acrylic paints I simply cut out the photocopies and adhered them to the page using a gel medium...I used a gel pen to jot down thoughts that came to mind. Finding an image in a magazine of an antique globe I cut it in half using one half on each page and drew 'stitch marks' to symbolize the connection these two men shared...their children (my Mom & Dad) who joined together.<br /><br />The original photos are still tucked away (for safe-keeping) -- but now I (and others) can enjoy the memories I have preserved in my Visual Journal that gets opened far more often than the family photo album or shoe box up on the closet shelf :)<br />Think of what YOU could do with photocopies of old family photos and create a one-of-a-kind Visual Journal as a gift for someone in your family!<br /><br />(you can enlarge the photo by clicking on it)<br /><br /></div>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118293220867553535.post-37866538421982195642009-08-01T13:59:00.000-07:002010-06-05T14:52:38.637-07:00It's Personal<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPXaPKkH3BmI2q07nChHJeMDdvvwkv_-VRjN-iPHJgSC4a7IDH3sY4JsDMZJfMh69eoPjEn8gzKDE6jbgvypUPKPGJP_GAzamia8HiEfDDouRRM98ivTpJM2GXk9KDOPrFvhQc7vpMHY/s1600-h/JOURNAL+016.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4672376453/" title="PersonalJournal-01 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4672376453_dd597cd2f9_b.jpg" alt="PersonalJournal-01" width="489" height="520" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >(my handmade Art Journal)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Visual Journaling is a very</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > personal</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> thing.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I have always felt that whatever we create as artists - it must be something we are passionate about. If we don't express ourselves in a true and honest way - then what is the point of our art?</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I have, more than ever before, been practicing this belief in my visual journals.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I have learned that there is no benefit to censoring my creativity.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Sure, some people may not like the 'politics' I express, or the experiences I have had in my 59 years on the planet, or the views<span style="font-family:arial;"> I post here. But, I hope that in</span> some way my ART connects with YOU. Just YOU. Not the masses. Not everyone who comes here to visit. Just one person may say..."yeah, cool, ...".</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKSq1n4i342t8L1Cnja8zGaaez0usFb_hMh9BkTsAnxLDkZ2v7AH3RE1-s1OMnTqOfdMYVxSFWH1hPSx0epkTblgdESHf9aYkKEWg-Gy4AniCYiJfT4KRQeGpaQVrgyIgl8xt-ZMA11Y/s1600-h/JOURNAL+015.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29625152@N02/4672376469/" title="PersonalJournal-02 by HippyHippyHooray, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4672376469_607a08075c.jpg" alt="PersonalJournal-02" width="489" height="496" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;">My generation </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >was </span><span style="font-family:arial;">the Hippie Generation. Love-ins, peace marches, flowers in our hair. And I loved every moment of it. I felt full of hope during those turbulent yet groovy years. Yes, we wanted a revolution and we sang about it and spoke about it openly and freely.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">And so, as I openly share my </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >personal</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> journal pages with you...love 'em or hate 'em...the choice is yours...and that is one thing MY generation stood up for....</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >choice</span><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span></div>~jolenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06902811364628181561noreply@blogger.com9