Category Archives: Creating

These hands

I’m reblogging an old post of mine.   The art journal page I finished last night made me think of a post I wrote last year. I also recently printed up this picture and placed it in my sacred space. Have … Continue reading

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A sneak peak at a new art project

I thought I’d share a little peek of a steampunk art project I’m working on.  But I’m not ready to show it off just yet.

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Got Muse? – Indiana Gathering of Writers 2012

Last month, on November 10, I attended the Writer’s Center of Indiana’s 2012 Gathering of Writers.  I attended last year’s conference and had such a fantastic time, that I wanted to attend another one. The theme of this years Gathering … Continue reading

Posted in Allison Joseph, Artist Date, Creating, Creativity, Healing Through the Arts, Indianapolis, Language, Literature, Mark Strand, Mini adventures, Motherhood and writing, Passion, photography, Poetry, The craft of writing, The Gathering of Writers, Writer's Retreat | Tagged , | Leave a comment

A little background

Just some layouts awaiting more layers. I end up making more backgrounds than finished layouts. Often times I see such complicated layouts and layers upon layers of art journaling elements on other people’s art journaling pages.  I get a bit … Continue reading

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These hands

These are the hands that played with a lump of gray clay for hours when I was a 10 year old girl. These are the hands that tried to protect myself from my older sister’s smacks, scratches and hair pulling. … Continue reading

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