I finished all the Thurs work yesterday evening :)
So I gave in to my urge to scrapbook, began a new project...
Currently nameless, but its working title is XVII, after Pablo Neruda's sonnet :D
The book I chose to destroy alter..
It has had nice stories inside it ):
Sacrifice.
So, I was gonna try for a mixed-media style on page 1...
Yeah, as you can tell from my brushwork I'm not exactly a patient person ;x
Ended up a bit stiff, but otherwise nice and glossy, just the right effect.
Page 1 is a bit..drab. Meh. Sorry bout the cam..
Bad experiment with marker on paint, aimed for striking but simple.
I think I'm a lil too minimalistic, still. Was worried about clutter...
Did some improv layering on my photo; as you can see, my edges need work.
Page 2 before I finished. As above, layering + edging & a fabric flower.
Not very happy with the colour combo here, but my hand-done border did some good.
Ugh, I need better markers. Resorted to going over the silver with blue and orange later.
&yeah, in case you couldn't recognise it from a past post on some previous blog:
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
-extract from Sonnet XVII; Pablo Neruda
I love this sonnet a whole lot more than I love Shakespeare's #18 (
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?...), seriously. I mean, it's idealistic and all, but that's what a sonnet is essentially meant for anyway.
I lovelove it :) One of my favourite poems ever.
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