The future is clear

Or not.

 Packed up my old glass.

Playing around with watercolor in the meantime.

Trump this!

I watched an art video this morning that suggested we artists use our tools to express how we are feeling. This is what I came up with...Trump made the yearbook journal.

Stayed up really late and refashioned Riki's bed. I cut one of those fancy rubber pillows in half and used that to cushion the base.  Left the upper loose for a blankie.  Of course it is messed up. That is how I sew.

The last zinnia of the season. Ramone pulled all the stepping stones and pots out of the skinny bed and tilled in all kinds of good dirt and peat for next year. The canna's had multiplied and since we had to dig them for the tilling I put them downstairs for the winter. That is the suggested way to grow canna in my frostzone #5. My father in law leaves his in the ground year round and never has a problem, so will put them back in the ground next spring and leave them. They started out in the big pots but did not get enough water so put them in the ground. Can't wait to grow my lettuce in the big pots next spring. 

time travel gelli journal page

When I saw this stamp set online I had to buy it! I bought the matching masks years ago and passed up the stamps to save a little money. Well, I couldn't get them out of my head and when Carol posted them for 10 bucks in my art supply junkie group I was all over it!

I pulled out my masks and did some gelli printings on deli paper.  I'm sure y'all recognize the tattered angels patterns.

After I had a few prints I really liked I used them to collage a time travel page in my 1924 yearbook journal.  Added the green highlights, rubber stamping and washi tape into the layers.  It was fun and thank you Carol in Atlanta for the great buy.

Late bloomers

I worked in the yard and brought in the canna bulbs for the winter.  Won't be doing that again next year.  I'm going to put them in the ground and if they don't come back, oh well.  Those things were married to those big pots even though I had let them get dry as a bone.  Killed my wrist.  The begonia was out there alone blooming like crazy with no attention or water.  Love that orange.  We just bring the whole pot in and they come back every year.

Messed up journal page.