One of my favourite art journaling methods is to use found text and make simple poems.
I first discovered found poems when I was teaching in the 1980’s, when hubby used them in his English classes. Redacted poems are not quite the same, but I use the same principles, they don’t rhyme and they don’t have to make sense. I have found when teaching art journaling they are a good tool to use if people struggle with using images.
I like messing around using different materials to redact the words ( if you want to see lots of examples on Instagram you need to search #blackoutpoems) I like crosshatching and using washi tape.
I think the cross hatching with mandala detracts a bit too much from the text – but it is fun doing it.
Yesterday Monika and I taught a class where we used text by Bene Brown and other ‘goodread’ quotes about vulnerability as the starting point.
I asked to photograph the work – but promised to just use fragments to illustrate the different techniques the participants used to make their poems. I love the variety of materials and the colours.
My sister has given me her old diary – which is a Faber and Faber Poetry diary for 2015 –
I am stuck stuck at the airport far too early because I miss read my flight departure … so I am passing time making blackout poems – in the past I have been decorating them with my tight mandalas , but after this last week I wanted to scribble and make a mess again .
The poems are grouped in seasons so by starting in January there is lots of dark nights, lights, moons and snow to play with. The restaurant upstairs is playing endless Christmas music.
This ancient clock
Thus the quarter struck
It’s empty in here
Chimes sing out
There was more night
Waiting for us
Understand its spaces
Sentences left for the lights
In my craft or sullen art
The moon rages
Lovers lie abed
Their most secret heart
These spendthrift pages
With their nightingales
Craft or art
With this one I liked my brother in laws random comments at the top of the page. The comparison with grey, snow and carpet with Africa is powerful – and I love the repetition