This is a new weekly blog series where I exit stage left—and my Art Journal who is a bit of a Diva takes center stage and confesses, in her own words, what the making of an Art Journal is "really all about." I think she just wants attention, but I've decided to humor her—and entertain you. So with no further adieu, here is the next installment of Diary of an Art Journal" written by the Diva herself. I hope you enjoy...
I asked her, Isn't she a bit...severe?
"Hmmm, maybe," she replied. "But queens have a certain manner about them. I'd say she is..."Denise had to think for a moment, "empowered. "
Interesting word, that. Having been given power.
By whom, I ask?
"By herself of course." (Can I just say? The woman did not hesitate.)
"The Queen of Wands as a person or energy..."
Wait, wait, wait, I jumped in. Who is the Queen of Wands and what in the name of heaven are you reading? I can see you are reading. And by the way, why are you reading? I am an ART journal...
She had the nerve to smile at me. It was kind of a condescending smile. Lt me just say it did not go unnoticed.
"You sound a bit defensive," she said. "Do you think you are the only queen of my realm?"
Of course I am! I am your ART journal!
I am filled with color!
I speak in image and I am beautiful!
"You're doing it again," she said. "May I remind you this is not all about—"
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yada, yada, yada.
But then she said something quite interesting, which for the record WAS all about me (thus interesting).
"You know, she said, maybe you are."
What? I asked.
"Maybe you, dear Art Journal, are..." and then she drifted off.
Wait! I called after her. What?
"The Queen of Wands," she murmured distractedly. And then she was off.
No matter. I know more than she thinks. I saw her make this page from the beginning. Quite different from the final page, wouldn't you say?
She often begins with chaos. Especially, like then, when she struggles with those...may I have my microphone please?
"Feelings, nothing more than feelings,
Trying to forget my feelings of love.
Tears drops rolling down on my face..."
One more time!
"Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it.
I wish I've never met you, girl;
You'll never come again.
Feelings, wo-o-o feelings..."
Ah how I love my stage if only in my imagination...although I'll admit Andy Williams was a sap even then.
But I digress.
Do we ever forget the ones who used to be in our lives and for one reason or another, we lost?
Do you see the four initials in the tree?
These were women by her side at a time in her life when she was desperate to make something other than a living—and dinner night after night.
Can we just say it's way too easy to lose creativity when we're in the thick of family rearing? And unnecessary, truth be told. But she didn't know. Creativity was on the waaay back burner for her—off the stove altogether.
And then these friends came along, and each in their way helped stoke her creative fire. They might not have known it at the time, but they each gave her ideas and inspiration! And encouragement. And support.
But that was a long time ago. As happens in life: time, distance, shifts small and large...these friends are no longer firmly rooted in her life—or rooting for her. Do you see what I made her do there? She didn't even KNOW what that tree was all about!
"I'm missing my Queen of Wands," I heard her say as she played with the chaos of her first layers of the page.
I tried to instill some sense in her in my visual way.
As one door closes, I reminded her while she painted away, other portals open...
Yes, she said she knew she was blessed—blessed!—with many good friends and bunches of creative comrades...
But what she didn't quite get until the page worked itself out was...
Well, let's see. First, I need to explain. We absolutely must get clear on the Queen of Wands. Let's do that next time, shall we darling?
I need to find a seat. My throne please...