<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036</id><updated>2012-02-07T22:42:40.170-08:00</updated><category term='acrylic paint'/><category term='stickers'/><category term='white ink'/><category term='a year in the life of an art journal'/><category term='felt tips'/><category term='graphite pencil'/><category term='colouring pencils'/><category term='stencil'/><category term='old book pages'/><category term='black pen'/><category term='stamp'/><category term='quote'/><category term='silver pen'/><category term='pva glue'/><category term='ink drawing'/><category term='watercolours'/><category term='cut up greetings card'/><category term='glitter paint'/><category term='watercolour pencils'/><category term='cut up magazines'/><category term='fun saying'/><category term='gold ink'/><title type='text'>.....for I have lived today</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475182740888543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cm2QoJLKRhg/S4QFT0kfh4I/AAAAAAAACyU/aje6t4qfnqs/S220/DSC06233.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036.post-5461737536368397750</id><published>2012-01-31T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T05:02:49.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stencil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cut up magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a year in the life of an art journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black pen'/><title type='text'>A Year in the Life of an Art Journal #2</title><content type='html'>So&amp;nbsp;we are on to&amp;nbsp;the second prompt - (you don't have to do all of suggestions, but the prompt is the whole point). This time it came from a guest host to &lt;a href="http://oneyearartjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/whatever-and-whatnot-jan-30th.html"&gt;Rachel's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, a lady called&amp;nbsp;Susan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PROMPT: Imagine&lt;br /&gt;ie: what's in your imagination or where do you imagine yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUFF: Pictures or words from magazines/newspapers etc&lt;br /&gt;ie: Words, letters or images that develop your idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TECHNIQUE: mask/stencils&lt;br /&gt;ie: can be anything from flowers, letters, rubberbands or professional mask or stencils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I tried to use all the ideas this time. The word IMAGINE is &lt;em&gt;stencilled&lt;/em&gt; at the top and&amp;nbsp;I cut &lt;em&gt;words and pictures out of magazines&lt;/em&gt; to describe what was in my imagination. I also used a ridiculouly small &lt;em&gt;stencil&lt;/em&gt; for the tiny arrows, which I won this past Christmas out of a cracker&amp;nbsp;:) My I also point out that 'Imagine' is written inside a cloud as I desperately also dream of blue skies, dear God where are those blus skies, I have been living in a constant cloud here, in N.Ireland, white and shades of grey EVERYWHERE you look. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I would have liked to used a ' professional mask' but I have no idea what that is, so..... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nESLNFs34RI/TyflB52AiRI/AAAAAAAAGMU/xXW_qISIy4c/s1600/%232+Imagine.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nESLNFs34RI/TyflB52AiRI/AAAAAAAAGMU/xXW_qISIy4c/s320/%232+Imagine.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213668957321489036-5461737536368397750?l=forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5461737536368397750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-in-life-of-art-journal-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/5461737536368397750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/5461737536368397750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-in-life-of-art-journal-2.html' title='A Year in the Life of an Art Journal #2'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475182740888543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cm2QoJLKRhg/S4QFT0kfh4I/AAAAAAAACyU/aje6t4qfnqs/S220/DSC06233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nESLNFs34RI/TyflB52AiRI/AAAAAAAAGMU/xXW_qISIy4c/s72-c/%232+Imagine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036.post-1459782428231706979</id><published>2012-01-28T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T04:57:05.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pva glue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old book pages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrylic paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cut up greetings card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stickers'/><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>I was naughty, I have never done anything like this before! I took an old book that was going to go to the Charity shop and I cut out sentences! Oh my God - this, coming from someone who daren't even break the spine of a book when reading it. In fact this is coming from a person who got the amazing Wreck this Journal as a bithday gift and it took me 2 weeks to do anything destructive to or with it, even though that was the explict instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an Agatha Christie book 'By the Pricking of my Thumbs' - Agatha was also the wife of an archaelogist and incredibly clever - just like me - hahahahahahaha. Anyway I am trying to make myself feel better by referring to the many blogs on art journals and the book I bought&amp;nbsp; which say it's a must to rip out pages etc from books... Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I also ripped out 3 pages from the book to use as a background (the shame is still killing me, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDdXPZjH1hM/TyPuZ2n2UOI/AAAAAAAAGMI/k1Lk7-lK5nY/s1600/7th+page.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDdXPZjH1hM/TyPuZ2n2UOI/AAAAAAAAGMI/k1Lk7-lK5nY/s400/7th+page.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just loved the way the elderly couple spoke of their marriage as being simply enjoyable and maybe not exciting and filled with adventure but a realtionship that brought quiet joy. That is what I have, so I guess this page is a bit gushy *blush*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have also started to protect all my little pieces with watered down PVA glue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213668957321489036-1459782428231706979?l=forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1459782428231706979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/1459782428231706979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/1459782428231706979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475182740888543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cm2QoJLKRhg/S4QFT0kfh4I/AAAAAAAACyU/aje6t4qfnqs/S220/DSC06233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDdXPZjH1hM/TyPuZ2n2UOI/AAAAAAAAGMI/k1Lk7-lK5nY/s72-c/7th+page.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036.post-3189299170381122040</id><published>2012-01-27T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T04:21:48.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black pen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silver pen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphite pencil'/><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;In a Cafe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend A. and I ended up in a cafe on the corner of University St and Botanic Ave, called French Village. They do the most delicious buns, the weather was foul and we had missed lunch so.....well, excuses, excuses... We got ourselves a nice big cup of coffee and a huge traybake each. Mine was a Raspberry Ruffle and A.'s was a Caramel Square (I couldn't finish mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely atmosphere with students, professionals and elderly people all chatting and enjoying the good food. The lady beside me was darned annoying though as she talked to her baby, loud enough so the whole blasted street outside could have heard. But still, I had my bun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never drawn whilst out in a cafe before but it was a trendy crowd in our wee corner and I don't think anyone even noticed. I only did the line drawing and actually painted it whilst at the St George's Market on Sunday. It was dead there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go, the reveal..... I really need to get better at drawing from real life! *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0sYFqub8Bg/TyKWgfGCRSI/AAAAAAAAGMA/kVD5KbcvmxA/s1600/6th+page.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0sYFqub8Bg/TyKWgfGCRSI/AAAAAAAAGMA/kVD5KbcvmxA/s400/6th+page.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213668957321489036-3189299170381122040?l=forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3189299170381122040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/3189299170381122040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/3189299170381122040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475182740888543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cm2QoJLKRhg/S4QFT0kfh4I/AAAAAAAACyU/aje6t4qfnqs/S220/DSC06233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0sYFqub8Bg/TyKWgfGCRSI/AAAAAAAAGMA/kVD5KbcvmxA/s72-c/6th+page.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036.post-324538021554579571</id><published>2012-01-17T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T03:45:59.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a year in the life of an art journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black pen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphite pencil'/><title type='text'>A Year in the Life of an Art Journal - Prompt #1</title><content type='html'>I signed up to Rachel's &lt;a href="http://oneyearartjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;A year in the life of an art journal&lt;/a&gt; as this is my first time ever at attempting such a thing and she seems like a pro. Each month she gives out 2 prompts to help those signed up to her site to unleash their creativity and maybe get themselves thinking in a slightly different direction.&amp;nbsp;Plus we get to share and nosey at other members' work which is inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was the first prompt - (you don't have to do all of suggestions, but the prompt is the whole point)&lt;br /&gt;1 THE PROMPT: Word &lt;br /&gt;ie: along the lines of One Little Word, choose one word that embodies the way you want your year to be LIVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 THE STUFF: Imagery ie: Use images, clippings... all to create the FEELING of the word you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THE TECHNIQUE: PAINT/DOODLE&lt;br /&gt;ie: paint and doodle on your images to further create the emotion of your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Self-acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which maybe seen as a bit of a cheat as it's hyphenated but no other word would do and it was in the Dictionary in all it's hyphenated glory so I stand by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsRD3xdRV-M/TxVeZttvY1I/AAAAAAAAGHg/oU5zC1kDFP4/s1600/P1010490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsRD3xdRV-M/TxVeZttvY1I/AAAAAAAAGHg/oU5zC1kDFP4/s400/P1010490.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this and my last picture, I'm really liking watercolours now :) And of course my black ink pen (we are inseparable).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213668957321489036-324538021554579571?l=forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/324538021554579571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-in-life-of-art-journal-prompt-1.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/324538021554579571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/324538021554579571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-in-life-of-art-journal-prompt-1.html' title='A Year in the Life of an Art Journal - Prompt #1'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475182740888543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cm2QoJLKRhg/S4QFT0kfh4I/AAAAAAAACyU/aje6t4qfnqs/S220/DSC06233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsRD3xdRV-M/TxVeZttvY1I/AAAAAAAAGHg/oU5zC1kDFP4/s72-c/P1010490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036.post-7916226927403946628</id><published>2012-01-14T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T05:10:10.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolour pencils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black pen'/><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>This is an ode to Daphne, one of the many fancy goldfish we have had on Andrew's new venture (read 'obession' hahaha) of keeping aquariums. We have 2 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started of with Andrew salvaging a huge glass tank from a work lab and we kept &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Dudley&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Mortimer&lt;/span&gt; in there for a good wee while. Then Mort was the first to go... It made us think that, though we had done the best possible with pretty good basic knowledge of filters and pumps etc, we needed a proper aquarium if we were going to do this properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one downstairs that Andrew got for a&amp;nbsp; Christmas pressie from me. In it was &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Dudley&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Wilfred&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt;. Now that particular tank has just had a huge makeover night night and now it houses 10 Neon Tetras.... and what looks like one side of our living room and me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-loPELOx40U0/TxF7t8LlQLI/AAAAAAAAGG8/ysT6F-FqX_Q/s1600/DSC05055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-loPELOx40U0/TxF7t8LlQLI/AAAAAAAAGG8/ysT6F-FqX_Q/s320/DSC05055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfRHmh5vFXQ/TxF71nziAqI/AAAAAAAAGHE/Fn9A09jgwcE/s1600/DSC05048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfRHmh5vFXQ/TxF71nziAqI/AAAAAAAAGHE/Fn9A09jgwcE/s200/DSC05048.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Upstairs is a huge one (though Andrew took me to a specialist Aquarium shop and ours is actually small!!!). In it we have the newly moved (and still alive!) &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Dudley&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Wilfred&lt;/span&gt; joined now with &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Arthur&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Fred&lt;/span&gt; :) Happy times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;However &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt; was my favourite.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This started off as a quick, light&amp;nbsp;pencil sketch as usual, then I coloured it in with watercolour pencils and wet them a little. It was only a base coat to see the shape of the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then I did something scary and new - I got a set of proper watercolours and painted it! Painted it like a proper artist painter person, with paint and a brush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Finally, as seems to be my thing; I outlined and filled in with my favourite black ink pen :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eA_aUSqF9sc/TxF9dosYnwI/AAAAAAAAGHY/3IcdfL8Kn_0/s1600/DSC05042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eA_aUSqF9sc/TxF9dosYnwI/AAAAAAAAGHY/3IcdfL8Kn_0/s320/DSC05042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213668957321489036-7916226927403946628?l=forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7916226927403946628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/7916226927403946628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/7916226927403946628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475182740888543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cm2QoJLKRhg/S4QFT0kfh4I/AAAAAAAACyU/aje6t4qfnqs/S220/DSC06233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-loPELOx40U0/TxF7t8LlQLI/AAAAAAAAGG8/ysT6F-FqX_Q/s72-c/DSC05055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036.post-3592549394440451099</id><published>2012-01-11T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:34:57.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolour pencils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black pen'/><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>I started drawing flowers&amp;nbsp;last week on night&amp;nbsp;back whilst watching a film on tv. I had know idea where it was going and thought that I'd probably rub it all out in the morning, I had drawn it very finely with a 3B pencil so it wouldn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days I forgot about it and got on with other tasks and the weekend etc. Then on Monday I decided I'd colour it in, just for something relaxing to do. I used my new watercolour pencils and by yesterday I had the whole thing roughly coloured and used my paintbrush for the first time to get a light base with the colouring pencils. Then yesterday afternoon and evening I was addicted and was layering colour on top of colour and actually painting - I've never done watercolour before (though I supppose watercolour pencils are a cheat). Finally I filled in all the gaps and made some defintion with a fine ink pen and voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to look up how you really paint as even in school I was too chicken and somehow managed to avoid it, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for yet another first attempt and yet again this came out of my own noggin', how?, why? I don't know, but I kind of like it, especially the way the leaves poke over the edge :) *shy smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuGW7bi68Uk/Tw2PBePecDI/AAAAAAAAGEY/AYigfXkioSM/s1600/P1010470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuGW7bi68Uk/Tw2PBePecDI/AAAAAAAAGEY/AYigfXkioSM/s320/P1010470.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell I'm craving the summer and all those beautiful flowers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213668957321489036-3592549394440451099?l=forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3592549394440451099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/3.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/3592549394440451099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/3592549394440451099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475182740888543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cm2QoJLKRhg/S4QFT0kfh4I/AAAAAAAACyU/aje6t4qfnqs/S220/DSC06233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuGW7bi68Uk/Tw2PBePecDI/AAAAAAAAGEY/AYigfXkioSM/s72-c/P1010470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036.post-1479715086416775536</id><published>2012-01-05T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:35:01.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felt tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black pen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphite pencil'/><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a strange experience for me as one night I just picked up my sketch book and some masking tape and started messing around without any idea where it was going. I ripped up the tape and stuck it down, criss-crossing strips over each other and then coloured in the shapes (with really crap felt tips) and took it all off again. I was left with random coloured blocks and I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later I started to draw around them in pen so they stood out more and then I began to fill in the gaps with dots. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I remembered this quote and decided it would be nice to write down, so used this page. Then filled in all the gaps with more dots, lots more and finally shaded around the shapes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel about this one, it just sort of happened without me thinking about it...but here it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ff9ftvGxVIE/TwXeUVuYlpI/AAAAAAAAGCo/p5WitYiLQX4/s1600/P1010415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ff9ftvGxVIE/TwXeUVuYlpI/AAAAAAAAGCo/p5WitYiLQX4/s320/P1010415.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213668957321489036-1479715086416775536?l=forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1479715086416775536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/1479715086416775536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/1479715086416775536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01475182740888543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cm2QoJLKRhg/S4QFT0kfh4I/AAAAAAAACyU/aje6t4qfnqs/S220/DSC06233.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ff9ftvGxVIE/TwXeUVuYlpI/AAAAAAAAGCo/p5WitYiLQX4/s72-c/P1010415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036.post-4787345576208012195</id><published>2012-01-01T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T04:37:32.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colouring pencils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glitter paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrylic paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphite pencil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink drawing'/><title type='text'>My 1st art journal page</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;#1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;On the theme of Christmas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very first time I have done an art journal page. I wanted to show that Chrismas isn't quite such the Happy Jolly festive time that we are made to believe. I do not feel any happier, in fact I feel much worse, much worse indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have drawn eyes too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ik_Ttbt7bM/TwBSf8OnL8I/AAAAAAAAGBw/cW_mK45w9xs/s320/P1010390.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213668957321489036-4787345576208012195?l=forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4787345576208012195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-1st-art-journal-page.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213668957321489036.post-4698246076036498635</id><published>2010-07-11T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T19:11:08.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invictus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the captain of my soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Ernest Henley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213668957321489036-4698246076036498635?l=forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4698246076036498635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forihavelivedtoday.blogspot.com/2010/07/out-of-night-that-covers-me-black-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/4698246076036498635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213668957321489036/posts/default/4698246076036498635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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