Mary Anne Radmacher
Lately I've been spending quite a bit of time feeling courageous and simultaneously very fragile. I am definitely used to roaring my way through life. Barreling ahead, taking action, making an impact. This quiet courage thing is a whole new mindset and a way of being that is not yet comfortable. AT ALL. At the end of the day I whisper to myself: I will try again tomorrow. And then the next day comes to an end, and then the next, and I DO try again through each tomorrow. And I remain quiet when I want to roar because I don't have a clue what to roar at or about and truth be told, I'm kinda tired of roaring anyway.So my days are full of trying and my nights are full with promises of trying to try. Again and again and again. And in between the trying and right along side of it I make art. I found some interesting kid's books at our library's used book sale, so I adopted a few and did my best Dr. Frankenstein (or do you say Steen?) impression. I dissected and sewed and taped and glued and created a lovely new book from an old, discarded relic. So lovely that it was bought before I even had time to think about selling it. It was bought as a special gift for a special person and I hope he loves it as much as I loved creating it. Here's a few photos of the finished book:
|David Goes to School - front cover|
|Inside cover with vintage library check out card;|
a real card but not the one for this actual book.
|One of over 50 inside pages.|
|Lots of pockets to hold lots of memories.|