Art Journal: No Place Like Home
"A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically."
A page spread from The Red Book, an altered hardback. Playing with concepts like angles and triangles and prisms on these pages. I'm working with Golden heavy body acrylics, stitching, neocolors, saving|salvaging|masking of the word HOME with alphabet stickers from the earlier layer. And yes, even stamps.
This page took a bunch of sharp turns; there are echoes from that first pass that are visible and add depth and texture here. You can do an entire page over a different page. THAT is what is so fabulous about acrylics. The pages tell a story, but just to me, starting with the poignant line from The Wizard of Oz and thinking of home and voyages away and back, prisms reflecting and looking in and out. It could be about that. Or it could just be kind of groovy. Either way is OK!