Friday, December 11, 2015

Digital Journals

One of the things I've discovered that really help me along with my art journals are digital journals and pixlar express. I carry my phone with me everywhere, take photos frequently.

I must confess I take pictures of weird stuff. I have taken photos of dust motes on the windows and they make some nice effects in pixlar. I have taken pictures of interesting floors,

The Plaza and Dust Motes

My phone's storage is all filled up and I can't bear to clean up because then I wouldn't have all these photos to play with and transform.

At some point, I will have to crack down and clean it all up.

Sometimes, it doesn't matter if the photo is a little blurry. I take a snippet here and a snippet there and add an overlay, use the double exposure and viola! I have photo that looks like a painting.
Benoite Park On A Rainy Day

The most important thing I've learned is to not beat my self up for not journaling in the traditional sense.

I've had to learned to take advantage of the moments and materials that I have available right in the present moment. I am being creative each day, and my filled up phone storage is proof.

I'm often away during the day and taking my journal is usually not an option. All I have is the photos I've taken, and pixlr. I've also started downloading graphics and my journal pages themselves to my phone to play with.

So here's some of examples of what I've been working on.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Close Encounter-Trust Your Gut

We had a close encounter the other day-not with aliens but with would be criminals. We stopped at the ATM machine. Little did we know a car full of people with bad intentions started following us. Their first mistake was that they passed us on the shoulder of the road. That got Larry annoyed and he watched them closely. The whole time they followed us but Larry didn't say anything to me. He didn't want to worry me, but they were on his radar now.

We arrived at our destination, and Larry parked to watch them. I was like what are we doing because it was weird for him to park so far out. Both of watched as they sat there, as they never turned off the ignition or their parking lights.

We went to another side of the building to another parking lot. I can't begin to tell you how my stomach dropped as they came around the corner in their beat up white car. They looked like big burly guys, thugs and I was scared. Larry wished for a gun. We pulled out and Larry told me to get their licence plate number. We went somewhere else and they didn't follow us anymore.

I am so grateful they were stupid and passed us on the shoulder. That pissed Larry off and he watched them closely. I'm glad he's so observant and didn't just drive into their scheme.

Some could say how did we know what they intended. The fear I felt when they came around the corner is answer enough for me. I will trust my gut every time. I will trust Larry's instincts every time.

If not the story could have ended differently for us.