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I am a Goat Girl (Collage)

Greetings!  Another weekend gone by and another Monday rears its ugly head…well I guess that just means its another day closer to Friday, right?

I had a busy weekend with not much time for crafting.  I had some family drama to sort out and some friends who needed help, so I only had a few hours on Sunday to get some arty time in.  I worked on a few different collages and, I think, due to my distracted mind, completely screwed most of them up.  Ugh – so annoying.  I had nearly completed one and then I added some stamped words and TOTALLY RUINED IT.  Gah!  It wasn’t salvageable at all so I will have to paint over it and start again.  Makes me so sad.

Anyway, I did complete one just for me.  I’d had a few collages pieces ready to go together to make this little winged goat girl, and it was time to get her properly cut out and stuck together (before I lost parts of her – I have a terrible habit of whistling while I work which means I am forever blowing things off my table and losing them!).

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I had to re-draw her little shoes because much of them were cut off or obscured by the foliage near her feet.  I think I did an ok job.

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I screwed up the scalloping on the top and bottom of the canvas – they should be the other way around – but I am hoping no one notices the words are upside down!  I also stamped the words a bit, um, wonkily. But I am trying not to let that bother me.  Perfection is boring, right?  Somebody please say yes!

Overall, I was pretty happy with it.  It’s for me and I don’t often make things to keep.  But the words are from one of my favourite songs (see lyrics below) and it just felt like something I wanted to have for myself, for once.   And yes, they are my raccoon pj pants you can see in the background…

Hope you are having a good day and doing your brutish best
to find some joy and creativity (even if you screw up the words and get things wrong).

🙂

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Goat Girl – Lyrics by Tanya Donelly (from the Album Love Songs for Underdogs)

See my child my past
Hoping yours is a blast
I park my heart in your driveway now I’m healing hell
I wanted a lion but I ended up with a man who wanted a gazelle
But I am a goat girl  I am a goat girl  I am a goat girl  Iam a goat girl
And I do my brutish best
See my child my past
Hoping yours will last
I park my heart in your driveway now I’m healing hell
I wanted a lion but I ended up with a man who wanted a gazelle
But I am a goat girl  I am a goat girl  I am goat girl  I am a goat girl
Thinking goatish thoughts
Dreaming goatish dreams
Digging up tin cans
Chewing on your sleeve
And I do my brutish best

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Song Lyric for the Day : Hold Heart

“Hold Heart” – Emiliana Torrini

Hold heart don’t beat so loud
For me keep your calm
As he walks out on you

No tears don’t you come out
If you blind me now
I am defeated

No lips don’t make a sound
Don’t let him hear
The break in your voice

Hand let go of his
With ease n’ grace
Don’t let him bleed
Under your nails

Oh lord take of thy crown
You’re my king no more
With that merciless heart

Hold heart don’t beat so loud
For me keep your calm
As he walks out on you

No tears don’t you come out
If you blind me now
I am defeated

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Quote (Lyric) for the Day : Beautiful Peace

Fly away where a new world waits for you
Always look back though
Not to cry, and not to regret
Just to help who’s left behind
Help us all to heal and understand
Cause we don’t know why you had to leave
I can only guess it was time for you to be free
To ascend to a broader more wonderful life than this
I believe you’re in a better place now
A place where only beautiful souls will hold you
Be sure to comfort, and protect your children
They need you now
Stand behind them
Rise within them
And love them

— Beautiful Peace by The Murmurs

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Butterfly (It’s like love, apparently)

Butterfly (It’s like love, apparently)

Happy Monday everyone!  I wouldn’t often say those words because, ugh, Mondays!  Normally a pretty rotten day and not exactly joy-filled.  But today is a public holiday so I’m not at work.  Instead, I am procrastinating and getting nothing done in the house.  Nothing new there, right?  I have yet another rent inspection this week so I am supposed to be sorting stuff out and getting thing tidy, but I’m not.  So far today I have done one load of laundry, put away two items of clothing and watered my plants.  That’s pretty much it.  Sigh.  I have chronic slacker’s syndrome today.

I am also very much behind with regards to posting any blog stuff.  Sorry about that.  No excuses – just been busy and also a bit down in the dumps.  I try not to post when I am crabby or sad or mopey.  It doesn’t make for good writing.  I have also been away for the last few days (more on that later).  But, really, no valid excuses.

I was going to write a post about my weekend trip away but then I got distracted (as is my wont) and took some photos of a lovely little butterfly in my garden.  I’m sure he is some sort of succulent-ravaging beastie, but I think he is cute.  Look at those eyes!  And the jaunty way he holds himself!  I don’t know what kind of butterfly he is – lepidoptery isn’t exactly my forte.  But he is cute and made me smile, so that will have to do.

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I’ve had the song “Love is like a Butterfly”  in my head for the past couple of hours now.  If you don’t know the song (because you’re not old like me), here’s a couple of links to people singing it :

Dolly Parton Check out the outfit! 🙂

Clare Torry Theme song version from the show “Butterflies”

And the lyrics if you’re so inclined to sing along ;

Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicoloured moods of love are like it’s satin wings

Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when you’re with me
It happens when you kiss me
That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside
Your touch is soft and gentle
Your kiss is warm and tender
Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies

Love is like a butterfly
The multicoloured moods of love are like it’s satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Your laughter brings me sunshine
Everyday is spring time
And I am only happy when you are by my side
How precious is this love we share
How very precious, sweet and rare
Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies

Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like it’s satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

So that’s my silly post for today.  I will try and do better next time, I promise 🙂

Have a great week x

Jingle Hell

Jingle Hell

I like Christmas carols.  So sue me.  I know they can be cheesy and annoying, but I like them.  I like “Good King Wenceslas” (I had to look that up to spell it – I know the words but have I ever had to write the word?  I don’t think so…) – traipsing through the snow, dragging his page along with him, giving some peasant enough firewood to keep him cosy – that’s a king I could get behind and go “Huzzah!” for.  “We Three Kings” – I used to be able to play that on the piano!  “Silent Night”? Love it!  (even if the whole “yon virgin” bit used to make us titter slightly in primary school).  Anyway, for someone who is not in the least bit religious, I am a fan of the mighty Christmas carol.  I like the feel of them – that warm, enveloping feel of festive, familial celebrations and unwrapping presents with your brother in your PJs on Christmas morning and oohing and aahing over what Star Wars figure you got and how many Crayolas are in this year’s set.  Good times.  Better times.  Simpler times.

But there is a sad and disturbing trend leaving a nasty stain on all that is holy in my Christmas heart.  And what can that be you ask innocently?  What could possibly taint the joy and good will to man that is suppose to be celebrated at this festive time?  I shall tell you (otherwise this whole post would be pointless).  It is (and here I shudder) the “contemporary” Christmas carol.  Oh you know the ones I mean…shopping centres have them blaring out at you from all angles and television advertises them constantly.  Teenybopper pop stars bleating and warbling all over poor Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer or some old has-been rocker destroying “Away in a Manger”.  Don’t even get me started on the “jazz” takes on the classics.  Bing Crosby is about as contemporary as I get.  Justin Bieber, your days are numbered (don’t think I didn’t see your Xmas CD in the shops…I’m on to you!).

Call me a party pooper if you like, but why can’t they just leave the old carols alone, so that they sound like the old carols?  If you want to destroy a song and render it completely unrecognisable, please don’t pick an old classic like “Do you hear what I hear?” and get Mariah Carey to hoot and holler all over it, hands flailing about so that it sounds like what you are hearing is something akin to a cat being bludgeoned to death with a plum pudding.

This is my rant for today.  May your night be sugar-plum-fairy filled and your halls be decked with fa la la la las.

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Lyrics Collage

Lyrics Collage

I have always loved songs.  Ever since I was a child, I felt there was a real magic in music and songwriting.  I remember sitting, mesmerised, on our charming lime-green carpet (hey, it was the 70’s ok?) in the sitting room, listening to the radio and singing along to the pop songs I heard.  I knew all the Grease songs off by heart.  I couldn’t read yet but I knew how the stereo worked.  I just loved music and felt better with it around.

As I got older, I guess I tuned in more to the lyrics themselves, what the artist must have been feeling when they wrote the words, and what they meant to me in turn.  I used to fill notebooks with song lyrics when I was a teenager.  They spoke to me in some corny way that I can’t explain.  I even tried writing songs myself but they were pretty bad, but I enjoyed the process.

A few years ago, I decided to combine two of my loves – music and collage – into one big piece of artwork for my wall.  I started off with an ugly old board-mounted picture that I painted over with white house paint so I had a smooth, clear surface.  I started cutting out letters from magazines and worked out what lyrics I wanted to put on the board.  I didn’t really have a plan, I just cut and glued as I went, fitting in lines as I could and trying to keep it straight.  The first few lines were a bit wonky but after a while they got into line and remained fairly even.

It took a lot of time.  About three months to be exact.  I could only really work on it at weekends and maybe some evenings.  It was very therapeutic – I could totally switch off while I was doing it and just concentrate on whatever letters I needed next.  I just used PVA glue mixed with a teeny bit of water.  I brushed it on with a paint brush and didn’t have problems with bubbling or rippling.

I still look at it every day and read the words.  It’s no great work of art but I love it and out of everything I’ve ever made, it is one of the most important things to me.  If you took the time to read it you would find out who I am, how I feel, my fears and concerns and also my hidden sides.  At the time I was making it, I was going through some stuff and so some of the words are really just me asking for help and wishing the world was a kinder place.  Some of the words relate to specific people in my life, places I’ve been, situations that I’ve encountered.  Some of them are just lines I love because they make me smile.

And, if nothing else, if I ever need to construct one of those ransom notes that kidnappers use in the movies, I will be well-practiced in the art of clipping out letters and gluing ’em on!

So, it means a great deal to me, that silly piece hanging up in my lounge room. Most people don’t take the time to really look at it when they visit – and that’s ok.  Do you have something you’ve made that really sums you up?  Something that just says “This is me?”   Because this collage is me, every little wonky letter and line.  You just have to look closely to see me in it.