Little bits of fabric, feathers, beads, maps, and lots of books; put them all together and what do you have?

Sometimes, I go through phases of collecting different things at various times. It's not that unusual for a mixed media artist to create assemblages and paints on a variety of surfaces. Things I have found myself collecting are always brightly colored and may not always make sense. I especially love fabrics and fibers. I made silk collages that went quick. Any type of fabric with a cool texture like feathers, suede, felt, velvet, and netting fabric are always welcome additions. For fun and for you never know when you might need it, I collect sheers, scarves, silk, linen, muslin, duck, velvet, denim, and anything that looks interesting or that I think can be used someday.  (Including ribbons, beads, buttons, and embroidery floss) I always think, I could make something with this.

Another thing... Books and Papers...

Books, especially hardbacks with a cool dust jacket or nice bindings. Altered books are a blast to make. Plus, the recreated book becomes home to some of the little collectible items. You never know what I may throw in, you may find sheet music, quotes and things from other books, maps, photos, receipts, magazines, tissues, candy papers, napkins, fancy envelopes, pretty papers, scraps from old drawings. By time I get done with one, it is actually a work of art, reminiscent of an art journal.

JeaneePaintsLive has another blog and it is one I have had over 10 years! It is filled with photographs about the arts,art shows, music shows, paintings I have done, local art leagues, poetry, music festivals, maybe even one or two where I am painting live, other fun things in life. 

Back to class now.
Yours truly,
Jeanee

Time - it belongs to no one

Time... it belongs to no one...     c2017Bourque

Life is a whirlwind spinning us round and round
In rhythm with the earth 360 every twenty fourth hour
Some days seem shorter while some seem longer
But it all goes by outside of any human power
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the heart ticks stronger.

The passing of time, amazing in it's simplicity, yet
The child within still lives on even as time has passed
Uncontrollably in it's complexity, forever in it's debt
The teenager lives freely filled with opinions amassed
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the heart ticks stronger.

Innocence and naive children no more, the stage is set
Youthful belief in fairy tales disintegrate
Approaching the next marker of time....
We realize all things eventually evaporate
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the heart ticks stronger.

Fast forward here we are now grown and back in today
We breezed past childhood, parent-hood and the neighborhood
Life is a series in linear fashion, each year building on the other
You can't hit rewind and pretend, you cannot stop and play.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the heart ticks stronger.

Everyday plays on the previous, the prior, living in the moment

Making wise decisions is all we can hope for today, tomorrow

Is never guaranteed, Eventually, we all get the wake up call,

Through lives highs and lows our mind likes to be content

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the heart ticks stronger.

Be wise, my dear, give thanks and heed life's warnings, 

We too, realize that as a youth our time seemed unlimited

With maturity we realize we do not and cannot control things

Because time gets us all in it's death call. Temporarily escape

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the heart ticks stronger.

In the end, we must spend our time wisely, the clock's power
It's an illusion, as the higher power has the power of the hour
Within it, we decide how best to build our life, our future
Youth must choose a life's path, without a GPS or even a map
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the heart ticks stronger.

Philosophers share ethical frameworks, Businesses have plans,
No one knows everything, even a genius cannot tap the wisdom
Machines try to control time and people try to manage Time
Time and life, forever entwined with death, time is lost for a moment.
Beyond human control but a mere figment of our reality
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the heart ticks no more.

hugs Jeanee
cJeanBourque 2017.