Mayhem is pretty sure she didn’t ask for kittens. But she’s also fascinated by them in spite of herself. Also, she has decided that she only eats canned kitten food now. 🤷🏼 (It’s fine - she could use the extra calories.)
Completed the first volume of my #pandemicjournal… I bound this book in a class at @mnbookarts a few years ago. (I didn’t marble the paper.) It’s a binding that uses tapes across the spine, so the spine isn’t blowing out from the pressure.
For 365 Somethings 2021.
“Show your smile.”
“Your smile is uniquely yours”
From my #pandemicjournal. Collage, acrylic paint, gel plate printing, stencils, Posca paint pens.
“The overwhelming grief of losing an entire year to sickness, violence and pandemic fatigue is settling in so I’d like to remind everyone that you are not a failure, yes, there is still a happy future for you, and wearing a mask is very sexy.” @bamsara (tumblr) via @forineffablereasons (tumblr)
From my #pandemicjournal. Collage, scraped acrylic paint (cleanup page), Posca paint pens.
“What we learned in 2020? That oil is worthless in a society without consumption. That healthcare has to be public because health is public. That 50% of jobs can be done from home while the other 50% deserve more than they’re being paid. That we live in a society, not an economy.” -@mhdksafa (twitter) via @whitepeopletwitter (tumblr)
i just want to say this is 1) excellent and 2) not uncommon…i work at a vet clinic and some of the names are so fuckin weird but i love it???? clients will be like “we call her stevie. it’s short for death metal steve” or “this is turkey but his LEGAL name is scarecrow jones” thank u
My newest black cats are Polly (“Apocalypse”) and Harry (“Harbinger”). A friend of mine has Pud (short for Puddinhead, actual name “Aija”) and Kreature (“Katrina”).
Polly is Very Intent.
From my #pandemicjournal. Collage, acrylic paint, gel plate printing, Posca paint pens.
@focsle: “I remember when talking Historically about medicine I’d be like ‘haha miasmas, haha bad air’ and now every time I get inside a building I’m like WHERE IS THE WINDOW AND IS IT OPEN? Every time I go in an elevator I’m like BAD AIR IN HERE? Empathy for the miasma theory folks of old.”
@beggars-opera: “Has anyone tried floating a barge full of onions down the Thames yet I mean it didn’t work last time but honestly it can’t hurt”
@nonasuch: “yeah i do very much resent how the pandemic has turned me into an edwardian governess who firmly believes in the healthfulness of fresh air”
From my #pandemicjournal. Collage, scraped acrylic paint, Posca paint pens.
“‘Why am I feeling anxious for no reason?’ she thought to herself almost a year into the ongoing deadly global pandemic which completely upended life as she knew it.” -@jennyjaffe (twitter) via @deputychairman (tumblr)
I wouldn’t recommend getting between Harry and a sparkle ball.
For the Get Messy Season of Finishing. Rainbow Scribble Doodle. Brush pens, Derwent Inktense pencils, waterbrush, water spritzer, kosher salt.
January 2021: An Inauspicious Beginning. A little journal I filled full of tweets printed on my PeriPage mini printer, covering the attack on the US Capitol by domestic terrorists.
For Get Messy Collage Club 2021. Mountains. Collage.
Polly with the @yeowwwcatnip apple.
For 365 Somethings 2021.
“Unlock your inner”
Sorry for the zine spam! Since Insta doesn’t send multiple photos in a single post over to tumblr, I’ve gotten rather behind on the zines…
For the Get Messy Season of Self. A zine using the French fold (aka the greeting card fold). Acrylic ink, watercolor, Posca paint pens.
From now on, I hope always to stay alert, to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out. We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. -Ray Bradbury
For the Get Messy Season of Self. Fortunate. Acrylic chalkboard paint, collage, zInk photo sticker, stamping.
For the Get Messy Season of Self. Another zine, featuring
bits I’d already cut out to collage at some point. Scraped acrylic
craft paint, collage.
For the Get Messy Season of Self. Some Aspects of Me. 54
Years [old]. Uptown Minneapolis. Brayered acrylic paint cleanup page,
In the One Color a Day book from @ccerruti. Week seven, I used Mijello Bright Clear Violet with assorted other colors.