words and colors


If you’ve visited here before you’ll have to noticed two of my favourite things are words and colors.

So dying a dictionary seemed the obvious thing for me to do.

Flamboyant through to Flat, multiple ink stains

30 years ago this month I began high school.
Plea to Plough

30 years ago? Lordy!

ink soaked paper napkin squashed between Shun and Side

Equipped with the essentials dictated by the school, I now owned a Pocket Oxford Dictionary.

from Irk to Irresponible. Coffee painted on with teabag.

(At over 1000 pages and a good 2 inches thick, the average pocket size of an eleven year old child negated its title.)

Lure to Machine. Dripped inks and dye water.

Nonetheless this book has travelled with me through the decades.

Abbreviations to A. Squished inky paper

Repay through to Reproach. More inky goodness.

Battered, dog-eared, with scribbled notes in the margins here n there…

from Pylon to Quandry. Squashed strip of inky paper

… the spine went first but now it’s cover has separated totally from its papery wordfilled heart.

dip dyed dictionary

In it’s new incarnation – a colorful version of the former – it will one day become collage ingredients.

Encode to Engine. Colorex inks

As an aside, I sometimes catch a glance of myself in my art room, as if from an outsiders perspective. I’m ironing torn, stained scraps of paper. Phrases like ‘not doing anyone any harm’ in bemused but sympathetic tones echo in my head. I smile. They just don’t understand. Anyway, I do it cos I have to and it makes me happy. Nuff said.

15 thoughts on “words and colors

  1. I envy you that drive. I get too distracted by too many things. Oooh look a shiny….oooh, a chicken…ohhh pretty yarn….
    (she says sitting in front of the computer, in her gardening clothes, while staring at the mess from rearranging (again!) the craft space….

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    1. lol that sounds like me too!! these things I post are spread over days/weeks in real life. Interspersed with hours of sitting, pondering, procrastination & wonder! (think life’s more rewarding this way than by being efficient…. though I’ll probly never find out for sure!)

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    1. oh how fabulous! My parents were real hoarders (growing up in the war, conditioned not to throw out anything that could have a use…) I vividly remember a huge pile of phone directories from my childhood, almost up to the ceiling. Sadly when mum moved house last time they went to the recycling along with loads of other stuff I’d now see as art materials!

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  2. oh, i love it! so i dyed the dictionary ….OF COURSE! what else would a reasonable person do πŸ˜‰ i hereby award you audacious artist of the day!
    ps i iron paper too, to dry the brusho faster and flatten handmade paper and my clothes will perish before they feel the heat…i also have a flat iron my husband made into an anvil, far better use πŸ˜‰

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