No, this doesn’t directly involve art quilting or any stitching, but it is all about my ongoing attempts at art journaling. I am, for the third year, trying to complete the 60 day Index Card a Day (ICAD) challenge. Check out the link, the artist that puts on the challenge has a great website full of ideas and tips for mixed media art journaling. While I struggle to journal on a regular basis, I do believe it is a great way for artists and those who want to be creative to work on skills, habits and ideas.
Getting back to the ICAD event, the challenge creator posts lists of themes or prompts for each day of the challenge. Sometimes, the daily prompt just doesn’t do anything for me. That’s when I tend to go astray in keep up with the challenge. When the prompt is something like “meerkat” or “cassette tape,” my mind wanders to things I much rather do, stitching, making a cake, taking a walk. The first year I attempted the ICAD challenge, it did not go well. I completed only 11 cards, and half of those were done six months after the challenge ended.

Last year, I fared better; thirty-three cards completed. These are not intended to be great works of art, and I try to keep the time put into them to 15 minutes per card. Of course, some take a bit longer, and I still want to fill in the gaps of the cards I didn’t attempt.

Today, I am six days into the challenge, and I have six cards:

Will I keep up the early momentum? Now that I’ve blogged about it, I hope that I will. The challenge started last Saturday, so I will post my weekly progress on Tuesdays.






This is a detail of a larger piece in progress that has an interesting story. Well, nearly everything I make has an interesting story, that is why I create. Anyway, the base of this piece almost ended up in the trash. For a while, I was buying a fair amount of box lots at a local junk auction, of which I was interested in only some of the contents. One such box lot contained a vintage printed tablecloth that had seen better days. There must have been other table linens in the box that were in better shape. This one had so many holes in it, there was no way I could re-purpose it into a garment or overdye it. This ratty tablecloth begged me to give it another chance, and so I have. One day last summer, I took it up to the cemetery at the top of my hill, along with a bunch of crayons, and started making rubbings of the carvings on the gravestones. I didn’t stop until most of the cloth was covered in rubbings.