Still on paper

One of those strange conundrums – the older I get, the slower I become, but the faster time passes. That makes a net loss multiplied by two, according to my flawed logic.

There is no rush, of course, and everything takes as long as it takes. There just never seems to be enough time to do all the things I want to do.

So I am still on paper and got distracted by noticing I was running low on collage paper, so had to stop and paint some more. Actually this is one of my favourite activities. I use inks, paints and mark-making tools of various kinds to liven up old book pages, envelopes, junk mail etc. Loosening up and splashing some colour around makes for a very happy (slightly messy) afternoon.

painted collage papers in progress

The sketchbooks I made for the shop last week disappeared in about an hour, so I’ve made a few more – these are the last of them, for now at least.

blank sketchbooks, cotton rag paper with vintage silk ribbons and collage papers

And finally, in what’s turning out to be more of a news roundup than any kind of meaningful post, I’m really happy to have had my work featured by My Modern Met. You can read the article here.

thank you, My Modern Met

Author: Karen

Textile and mixed media artist

8 thoughts on “Still on paper”

  1. congratulations on the article. AND stopping yourself to make more of what you love and need.

    1. thank you so much 😊 I really need a dozen pairs of hands to do everything I’d like to do.

  2. Interesting that you write as though you are getting older but your blog type is pale and tiny. Older folks often like to stay involved in artistic pursuits and part of that is reading about them, which is difficult with, again, the “pale and tiny” fonts.

    1. thank you for your comment. My blog font is standard size, and black on a white background, so I’m not sure what you mean by pale and tiny. Are you reading on a mobile device? You can probably alter the font size in your display settings if that would help you see it more clearly.

  3. Congratulations on the feature!
    I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s something to do with the proportions – when you’re three, another year is an eternity, a third of your life, and when you’re thirty it’s down to one-thirtieth…

    1. ha, yes I think that too. I can remember how long a month felt when I was 8 or 9 and I barely notice it now

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