It sweeps me up, embracing me, swirling and moving in one continuous breath.
Everything is connected: the forest, life, and myself.
I wanted to paint these enormous feelings in a way that was big and free.
But painting in oil is slow and expensive, and watercolour is not intense enough, so I invented a new mixture: oil paint and gasoline.
The oil paint goes further and the colours stay clear and bright. Can you feel life and movement quivering in every brushstroke? " emily carr
Before I wrap up my journals with cloth and threads, I open them randomly one more time and read whatever page opens up. Today, it happened to be this clipping of Emily Carr's text and painting (see below) in a journal from 2000.
I have seventeen journals wrapped now and it has taken me nearly a year to get this far along. I spend half an hour every day going through one, reading it as I type very quickly to enter the family story and my art making into my laptop in chronological order. Occasionally, I come across a gem that still resonates and I re-write or sketch it into my current journal.
It pleases me to wrap up these books and not look at the words and clippings and drawings any more. Now I just see them as beautiful blocks of time.