Monthly Archives: November 2010

And Another Imaginary Conversation


Possible Events in a Life

Imaginary Conversations IV ~ 2007~2008

Hand painted cover of a purchased blank book with drawing on a book page attached after back ground painting.


 The butterfly is a monoprint from a glass plate using acrylic – which dried much to quickly and  the “print” had to be hand painted to fill in where the plate had dried.

 Facing page of the butterfly monoprint.  Pen and ink.


There were five islands.

Pen and Ink and colored markers.  This is actually a remembrance of my grandparent’s front door – but it is similar to the front door on Buford Street, which didn’t boast the colored glass.  I can remember when I was three, standing on tiptoes at my grandparent’s front door to peer through the colored glass panes.  My favorite was red.  They lived in Oklahoma on Randolph Street.

A transfer print of my grandmother at about the age of three.  She passed away at the age of 28, leaving my father at age three without a mother.

Photo copy of a family tintype.  I believe my great grandmother is amongst them – but I don’t know which one she is.  They were not from Australia as the candy wrapper indicates.  The wrapper was probably applied first, and then I just filled up the page later on.  I don’t know why I put somethings together on a page.


I have shared this image before, but this is the journal it came from.  Gouache on gesso’d journal pages, photo copies of old paintings, found papers, pencil, pen and ink, acrylic.


Scribbling with gel pens!  Some words I read in an art magazine.

More scribbling with pens.



More Imaginary Conversations



Portland to Bend ~ Life in Boxes ~ Imaginary Conversations III 2006

This is a small handmade journal, about 9 x 6 inches.  The covers are 300 pound handmade watercolor paper.  I tore them from a painting I felt wasn’t worth finishing.  The pages are my usual brown paper with a covering of gesso. 

The back cover.

Gouache, pen and ink, watercolor.  I actually painted this as a finished 24 X 36 inch painting using acrylics.  I say “actually” because I rarely finish my journal sketches, although I have good intentions.

 Pen and ink, a silly sketch, prompted by job frustration.  Imaginary Conversations are good for the soul!


Colored pencils

Colored Pencils

Water color, pencil

This is what prompted the title of my journals.  My mind wanders into this kind of  Imaginary Conversation quite frequently, maybe I should get a real life?? 

Imaginary Conversations


I started saving my journals about 5 years ago.  Until then, after I completed each one I threw it away so no one would ever be able to read them.   Now I wish I hadn’t done that but at the time it seemed appropriate.  Five years ago I found myself living alone, and privacy seemed less important to me and I started to save them.   I began doodling, or collaging, or painting in my journals, but until this last year or two, they were mostly written journals.  I have been doing some cleaning and rearranging in my house, and the journals live on a shelf in my studio and I now need that shelf for other things, so I’m packing them away for a while.  I thought I would share the covers and maybe some of the less incindiary pages.  I don’t censor myself in these journals, so please excuse any words you may find that seem inappropriate – I’ve tried to crop out most of the writing.  In the  last five years all of my journals are titled, “Imaginary Conversations,” and numbered by year.  I read that phrase somewhere and it seemed like the perfect title for a journal – these are imaginary conversations because what is said in a journal is not usually spoken.  Anyway here are a few of them.  Some years there are more than one, or I keep two, one with just writing and one more visual.  These are the early visual ones, and there is still a lot of  journal writing on the pages.   

 Imaginary Conversations I – 2005 ~ Words Unspoken

I always use a green pen for writing in my journals and I often scribble little pictures with the green pen.  

This page folds out to reveal the scribble below.

I really like to scribble faces.



Imaginary Conversations II ~ 2006

I remember I had been trying different glues – I don’t remember what this was – but it was a failure!  The page is permanently wrinkled, I tried making it better by hand drawing a paisely design around it!

I remember this page – the post-it notes I penciled in are taken from the little notes a co-worker used to leave for me when I was working at the main office of a well-known non-profit food delivery service, located in Portland.  I was the “Office Manager” and this particular busy lady liked to let me know when the mail room needed clean up or organization.  She left “empty” on a paperclip holder that was obviously empty!  haha  The “return to patio” referred to an empty milk crate that someone had misplaced in the mailroom.  The next day when it hadn’t been dealt with per her instructions she threw it at me (not the note, the plastic milk crate!) 

The next page – haha – I think I was feeling a little witchy about the whole place!  I only lasted about four months – it was just too stressful a workplace.  The milk crate incident was only a minor wrinkle in the overall atmosphere of the place.

Well, that’s a few pages from Imaginary Conversations I and II.  I will be sharing more in the next few days – life is getting piled up in the present tense as the holidays begin with their freeway speed, not much time for artmaking!  I am busy working on Christmas presents now!


Old Pages … New Pages, Nothing much


Evening Stars – Journal page 2009.  Gouache on gessoed brown paper journal page, 8.5 x 11 inches – double spread.

I thought I would share some older pages today because I haven’t done much of anything for the last couple of weeks, which is how it seems to go with me, a lot all at once, then nothing at all for a while.  These are journal pages, not artist book pages.  Looking back is kind of fun, like a photo album – I remember what I was thinking when I did them – but I will leave my thoughts out of it this time.

Journal Page, 2009.  Torn papers, junk mail finds, drawing, gouache, collage.

Journal Page 2009.  Gouache, collage.

My house, taken last night.  I wanted to capture the moon shining above my home.  It is never across the street, but always over my house.  I find that comforting.  November 12, 2010.

Journal Page 2009.  Gouache, collage, handprint.

November 12, 2010. My house and the moon, from the other side.  The lighted window is my studio. I love that the camera makes the studio windows look like  square blocks of light.

“Life was ‘dotty’ with loopholes.”  Journal page 2009.  Gouache, collage.

Journal Page 2007.  My studio window in the rain. Photo copy, gouache, collage.

Journal Page 2009.  Collage, gouache, found objects.

Journal page 2009.  Pencil, charcoal.  Sketch of a character from a novel I was reading, as seen in my  mind’s eye.  I think it was called Changeling, not sure though, it may have been The Stolen Child.

Ink blots from yesterday – no clear direction in mind – just playing with water and color on ATC sized paper.

Ink drops on ATC size watercolor paper.  This one turned  into Bob Dylan!  Gouache, India ink. 

Remember coloring paper leaves in school? and then the teacher would hang them in the windows for our fall decorations?  I loved that!  So I drew some last night and painted them in with gouache.  These were done on printer wt brown paper and gessoed first.  Psychedelic Leaves! Cool!

Ashes, Ashes ….


“Ashes, Ashes . . . “

 Collage on paper, (journal page) 8.5 x 5.5 inches, I will just use these small pages as inserts among the larger pages of my 2010 journal.  Since I have only another month plus, I’m just filling in with odds and ends!  This is done on a  brown paper base, with gesso.  Torn papers glued down in two columns, gessoed, painted with gouache and outlined with black.  Figure hand drawn over collage papers, then painted and gessoed over.  Fine line brush used to outline figure and for face.  Torn pieces of deli paper attached later and painted over with black gesso and lightly blotted for texture and color depth.

My goal was to do these as quickly as possible – not giving myself time to think about it.  The figures and faces are out of proportion because I worked so quickly with no corrections.

“You Don’t Know”

The technique was the same for each one – torn pieces of papers glued down in two columns with the drawing done over the collage.


“I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each…”


“Do Mermaids Dream of Windows?”  Gouache on paper (journal page), collage, mixed media. (9×12 inches)

The central figure I painted a couple of years ago.  I had made a set of postcards from found cardboard cutting them all to the same size, using tape to make some of them stronger and then gessoed all of them, this was one of the last ones.  I did the face and then used another card for the arm,which was lost for the longest time…found it unexpectedly when I changed some furniture around!   They measured about 5.5 inches each.  To fit on this page I shortened the card with the arm on it.   I found the windows in an old Anthropologie catalog – these are sometimes the most beautiful catalogs for collage backgrounds.  They sell mostly fashions, but the backgrounds are beautiful!   The artichoke was a paper napkin that I separated to one layer,  and very carefully glued down.  This time it didn’t tear!  I’ve always used polymer medium to glue them down before and lost most of the napkin in the process.  This time I just used a glue stick and it worked very well, no tears!  The snippits of poetry are from T.S. Eliot’s, The Love Song of Alred J. Prufrock, except for the line “Do Mermaids Dream of Windows?”  That was me.