...And How I Hate Snobbery and Hypocrisy
Most of the journal pages I've done lately are part of Kelly Kilmer's "A Prompt A Day" group, which no matter who you are or what you do, you should join! I'm not kidding! You should join! Without going into detail (if you want detail, you should join...), it is necessary for me to talk a little about today's page. I've been making pages for lots of years, so for me Kelly's prompts are sometimes literally what I do, and sometimes just a nudge, then I go off in my own direction. Either way it's good. Also, too many years ago to count, I got into the daily routine of sketchbooks and art journals, so I have lots of books going at once. The page above is from a hand bound book of 9 X 9s, and it's what I'm currently using with acrylic paint. Sheets of Paper and Sheets for the Bed...
Another one of the other journals I'm working in is a hand bound book filled with many different types of papers. This one is purse-sized and goes with me everywhere. I use it to jot down lists of books I want to read, quotes, stuff I hear, stuff I see, sketches, and lots and lots of doodles, drawings and collage. This book was with me today when I had an hour-and-a-half to wait. Early this morning I had taken a look at one of Kelly's prompts, but was half-asleep when I saw it. So I used the little book to sketch out an idea in my head of what I remembered was central to the theme: Sheets. Bed sheets. I thought to myself, "What do you say about sheets?" And instantly, I felt a wave of anger so strong it could have knocked me over! Sheets! The things I really want to line dry so I can curl up in the freshness of the sun every night and drift off into peaceful dreams of gentle breezes, but I can't, because of the narrow-minded snobbery of suburbia! You see, we have a Home Owner's Association, and plainly speaking, these people feel that clotheslines belong in neighborhoods where people can't afford washers and dryers. Yes, you heard me correctly. They are snobs! Ignorant, superior, snobs!
Clotheslines ROCK!...
I did not grow up in suburbia with its middle class hypocrisies. I grew up mid-city in a fairly affluent area. WE ALL HAD CLOTHESLINES, AND WE KNEW HOW TO USE THEM!! We had washers and dryers, too. But we knew a good thing, and it was considered a luxury to sleep in clean white sheets, bleached by the sun and kissed by the wind!
When I sat with my cup of coffee, working out my anger in that little book, it occurred to me that my anger was hurting only me. Ignorance is not bliss, and I thought about how the HOAers will never experience the kiss of the sun as they fall asleep to the artificial perfumery of fabric softening dryer sheets, which ironically come in scents titled: "sun-dried linen" and "summer breeze".
Now that you've seen my little page, please forgive the spelling and grammar errors. When I'm working out an idea, I usually do it quickly, often in run-on sentences, and always around a central sketch, since I get my first images pictorially and express them graphically before I write.
Back to the Page at the Top...
After I finished the little journal page in the coffee shop, I no longer felt the need to vent about the clothesline, and I remembered that another of my all time favorite things in life is to turn the pillow to the cool side. Absolutely nothing is cooler than the other side of the pillow!
And Last, But Not Least...
Since my journal pages are filled with letters of the alphabet, I hope everyone at
TGIF doesn't consider it too much of a stretch to put these pages among the others of that theme!
Now I'm:
Off to do some marathon watching of NCIS episodes
Drinking cool, sweet tea
Reading the current issue of Wired magazine
Listening to
Amy playing the piano in the background
Happy to be starting the weekend!
Have a great day, Everyone!