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ChatGPT: How to Create an Art Journal

ChatGPT: How to Create an Art Journal


Creating an art journal is a wonderful way to express yourself and keep a record of your creative journey.
Here are some steps to help you get started:

Supplies Needed
Blank journal or notebook
Pencil
EraserPens (colored and black)
Paintbrushes
Watercolor paints
Gouache paints
Acrylic paints
Collage materials (scissors, glue, stickers, washi tape, etc.)
Optional: markers, ink, charcoal

Steps
Choose a journal or notebook to use.
There are many types of journals available, such as blank sketchbooks or watercolor paper journals.
Use a pencil to lightly sketch out ideas for your pages.
This is a great opportunity to brainstorm and plan out your theme or page layout.
Begin to add color to your pages with watercolor paints or gouache.
These paints can be layered and manipulated to create unique textures and effects.
Acrylic paints can also be used for added vibrancy and durability.
Experiment with different mediums and techniques, such as collage or ink drawings, to add depth and interest to your pages.
Allow each page to dry completely before moving onto the next.
This will prevent smudging and ensure each page is a separate work of art.
Use pens and markers to add details and text to your pages.
This is also a great way to add a personal touch to your art journal.
Continue to create pages and add to your art journal over time.
Don’t be afraid to experiment and try new techniques!
Creating an art journal is a fun and rewarding way to explore your creativity and document your progress as an artist.
Enjoy the process and don’t worry about making mistakes – they may end up being some of your favorite pages!

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Art Journal/Kunst-dagboek

Art Journal/Kunst-dagboek


Een art journal is een dagboek met diverse materialen:
tekst, schetsen, tekenen, schilderen, knippen en plakken.

Het gaat niet zozeer om de kunst of het resultaat, maar om je intuïtie ruimte te geven.

Hieronder een voorbeeld: impressies van een vakantie in Toscane

Happy Stones/Geluks-stenen 

Happy Stones/Geluks-stenen 


Ik maak Happy Stones/Geluks-stenen om positieve intentie te delen in mijn omgeving.
Dit idee is geïnspireerd door The Kindness Rocks Project:
Beschilder een kiezelsteen met een positieve boodschap, en geef het weg of laat het achter op een gepaste plek voor de gelukkige vinder.
Bij het plaatsen van de steen is het van belang om dit te doen met respect voor de omgeving zoals natuurgebieden en/of heilige plekken.

Ping: Happy Stones 00 Goodyear – Dreamquest

Tales from the Loop: interesting times in the countryside

Tales from the Loop: interesting times in the countryside


Teenagers, investing the mysterious…whatever could go wrong?
The village is a very old settlement, build on the ruins of a forgotten tribal holy place.
The time seems to slow down here, the people still live in the same way of the ancestors.
Beginning autumn, a year ago…
Some families who lived in the City became fed up with modern life, they decided to follow their dreams to go to the romantic unspoiled countryside.
Stacy’s parents moved from the city to the village where they bought an abandoned farm.
A month after moving in, father died unexpectedly in his sleep, leaving mother struggling with the upkeep of the farm, there was no money to hire farmhands. If the situation does not get better, they might be forced to sell their price-winning pig.
Stacy took to the farmlive as if she has been born into it, doing all the necessary chores. Of course she did not want to lose her beloved pig!
Jeffrey’s parents discovered that the rural live was not that romantic as dreamed, but they had not enough money to move back to the more civilized town.
Jeffrey felt like being ‘a stranger in a strange land’. At school he was harassed several times by some boys,  one day he returned late at home after school with a black eye, his parents immediately decided to protect him by installing a strict schedule of being at home on time.
Jeffrey and Stacy later became friends at school after an incident where Stacy chased off some bullys who ambushed Jeffrey.
recently…
At midsummer Daisy, the most popular girl at school, won the beauty contest for teenage girls.
She received the honour to lead the parade on the beginning of August, carrying the man-shaped loaf of bread.
She also was expected to lead the Hallowmass with the Corn Dolly, and at midwinter she would have opened the ritual of putting an old car in the middle of the frozen lake nearby.
The adults would wager about the exact day when the car would fall through the ice, mostly around march.
But Daisy disappeared soon after the August festival.
Most people thought Daisy just started her rumspringa early, no reason to worry, she might have decided to visit some cousins in the Sin City.
Her parents became worried after a month and sent a letter to their relatives in the City, they replied Daisy left with her cousin Maggy after a short stay.
They wrote an advert in the local newspaper, and soon two reporters from the City arrived to ask awkward questions.
Most villagers did not want to talk to these outsiders…
Jeffrey and Stacey both had some strange dreams:
A lady being stalked by a demon nearby a church?

Suspecting the shifty-eyed pastor of foul play, the kids investigated his office behind the church.
The church records in the great book confirmed the founding of this community around 1800 by founding father squire Claus, the ancestor of the current squire.
The bell was surprisingly old, cast in bronze, with a strange symbol inside

Some research in the library…

Old Norwegian 
Kaun er barna bǫlvan; 
bǫl gørver nán fǫlvan.
Ulcer is fatal to children; 
death makes a corpse pale.
Old Icelandic 
Kaun er barna böl 
ok bardaga [för] 
ok holdfúa hús. 
flagella konungr.
Disease fatal to children 
and painful spot 
and abode of mortification.
Anglo-Saxon 
Cen byþ cƿicera gehƿam, cuþ on fyre 
blac ond beorhtlic, byrneþ oftust 
ðær hi æþelingas inne restaþ.
The torch is known to every living man 
by its pale, bright flame; it always burns 
where princes sit within.

How is it possible this community still use some pagan symbols and rituals from the Old World?

Reading through some old community records, the Claus family apparently had an unbroken long line of male descendants from the founding father till the current squire.
Some peculiar details on the family: They always found their women in the City, and while the marriage was celebrated in the village, the newly wed went back to the City immediately.
The senior squire always mentioned the birth of his son, who would stay in the City till the senior passed away.
Afterwards the junior would arrive with his mother and the necessary legal documents to take over their homestead.
As soon as the junior was settled in properly, his mother would return to the City definitely.
The squires were often mentioned as powerful, wealthy and generous members of the community, involved in all kinds of charity programs: feeding and housing the poor, supporting the upkeep of community buildings.

In the meantime a search party was announced by the constable to begin the first autumn day.
Many adult villagers enlisted to join, even the local pastor and squire Claus would join.
…
Jeffrey and Stacy did not want to wait till autumn, they started their own search party immediately.
Leaving the village centre, they walked past the fields, through the woods, towards the Great Lake.

What is so special about this Lake?

Stacy stripped till her underwear, dived in the lake!

Diving deep down, she saw what looked of a tower of submerged old cars, and even some carriages at the bottom.
At the top of the tower stood the old car from last midwinter.
Acting on a hunch, Stacy opened the trunk….

The body of a young girl, apparently strangled, missing one sandal!


Could this be the missing girl?
After several month in the lake, it was not easy to see, but how can this be Daisy?
The car was put on the ice of the lake last midwinter, Daisy disappeared beginning august…

The kids were not sure who to trust in the village, they felt the need to do more investigations.
While the squire was away to hunt, the kids entered the homestead.
On the wall in the living room was an interesting painting

A magickal tree?

In a chest they found more interesting items:

A bronze spearhead with a strange inscription…

A creepy piece of rope…

Hearing the sound of a hunting horn approaching, the kids hurrily left….

Some library research:
The inscription of the spear looked like the rune Tiwaz

Old Norwegian
ᛏ Týr er æinendr ása;

opt værðr smiðr blása.[1]

Tyr is a one-handed god;

often has the smith to blow.[2]

The magickal tree was illustrated in the Edda:
“Then spoke Gangleri: There the gods must hold their courts each day.'”
At last the kids decided to talk to the journalists who were willing to pay a large amount of money for the information.

…a few days later…

The Lake became a very busy place to be:
A large gathering of villagers  started dredging the lake to take all the car wrecks on the shore…every single one of them containing a strangled child who disappeared around autumn each year!
The journalists took photographs and notes..

…a week later…

The constable decided to investigate the squire’s homestead but he became wounded during the following shootout and the squire was able to escape with his weapons!
After the publication of the story in the newspaper, Daisy returned to the village!

After visiting my cousin Maggy in the City, we both went on rumspringa.
Because we have the same posture, it was easy to exchange clothing. 
While Maggy decided to visit our family in the Village, I continued my wandering till I saw the headlines!

….a month later…

The village counsel voted ‘yes’ on the proposal to allow to sell the Homestead to WallMart…
Modern times will transform the old traditions…

Toscane 

Toscane 


Vroeg in de ochtend aangekomen te Firenze, alle tijd om de stad te verkennen voordat de toeristendrukte begint.

De Oude Brug is bijzonder mooi…van een afstand bekeken!

Het is mooi om te zien hoe in dit land de oude cultuur nog zo sterk aanwezig is, zou Roerich daar ook een rol in hebben gespeeld?

Aangekomen in het dorp Sant’ Andrea Di Compito, zien we een onbekende spirit: Santa Pupa

“It is likely that Pupa is the Christianization of some pagan divinity who had the task of protecting children (if not of several minor pagan divinities linked to the world of childhood, such as Paventia (or Paventina , which expressly designates infantile fear), Carda , Stimula etc., merged into a single figure).”

Tre Tigli is het enige restaurant in het dorp, maar heel gezellig!

Ons vakantieverblijf heeft een oude geschiedenis!

De gastvrouw woont dichtbij

ze heeft ons goede tips gegeven voor uitjes in de omgeving.

Pisa stond natuurlijk op onze lijst!

Maar de toeristengekte was wel heftig

Keith Haring Tutto Mondo: bijzonder psychedelisch schilderij

Lucca hebben we nog een tweede keer bezocht, deze stad is rustiger dan Pisa of Florence.

We waren op tijd voor de Biennale

sculpturen van papier!

Het huis van Puccini bezocht…

Vooral Turandot maakte indruk!

Al met al inspireerde Lucca me bij het maken van een Art Journal

Het mooiste vond ik om de hele stadsmuur te belopen, grotendeels intact renaissance bolwerk!

Deze reis was intens om meerdere redenen:
Bijzonder zomerse temperaturen (dertig graden plus), steile hellingen (dertig graden plus), minimaal openbaar vervoer.
Kunst, cultuur en natuur was overvloedig aanwezig.

Ping: Treinvakantie Toscane – Dreamquest

Adventures in Mythago World

Adventures in Mythago World


Ages ago in the time before Time, the Wars of the Gods escalated…
Gods fell from the Heavens as falling stars.
Daemons rose up from the Hells, shaking the foundations of the Earth.
The Veil between the worlds was torn asunder…
And the Fae returned to Middle-Earth.
Now the powers of the Gods and Daemons are silent and exhausted after the Wars, and the Glamoury of the Fae shines all over the World.
Magick has become chaotic and unpredictable after the GodsWar…a spell that fizzles or botches always have ‘interesting’ effects.
After the Gods War, the Powers became silent.
Most people acknowledge the Powers as a given force of nature, only some shamans keep the old traditions of sacrificing to the visible Powers:  Sun, Moon, Stars, Gaia, Fire, Water, Earth, Air

Many humans left their broken cities, becoming nomadic tribes. 
Caravans are the lifelines between the settlements, trading merchandise and knowledge.
The Mercenary clan guards the caravans.

A caravan goes on the monthly trading trip to Starfall, a hunter/gatherer settlement nearby Lake Starfall.
It is a ominous settlement, where a God/Daemon fell from Heaven into the Lake at the end of the Great Wars.

The normal merchandise are tools, but this time also some medicine, because last month the messages from the settlement mentioned that the village elder was ailing.

In search of the miraculous, meetings with remarkable people

In search of the miraculous, meetings with remarkable people


In search of the miraculous
My quest along the path of personal meaning:
Beneath the veneer of Protestantism, I experience a deep undercurrent of Chinese and Javanese spirituality.
When my search began in the Netherlands, only New Age could be found on the bookshelves, and Taijiquan and Yoga in community centers; only later did I reconnect with broader developments, especially shamanism:

Meetings with remarkable people
Various encounters with people who inspire me:
In addition to the inspiring stories of my father, I have learned much from teachers of Taijiquan and from books/teachers within the Chinese tradition (Confucius, Mencius), as well as books/teachers in Western spirituality (Gurdjieff, Regardie, Starhawk).
As a bridge, I experience Modern shamanism (Harner) as an excellent “connector.”

At this stage of my life, I define myself as a spiritual humanist.

“Most precious are the people; next come the spirits of land and grain; and last, the kings.” (Mencius, 7B.14)

Main current sources of inspiration:
Mencius, with regard to shaping humanistic forms of society.
Modern shamanism, with regard to rituals.
Reclaiming, with regard to political action.

Ongoing activities:
A.I.
Art journal
Cartomancy
Qigong
Storytelling
Taijiquan

Completed activities:

Happy Stones
Malachim
Santa Muerte

 

Vriendschapsbrood, Magisch brood, dag 10

Vriendschapsbrood, Magisch brood, dag 10


Instructie voor Dag 5, 6, 7, 8:
“Roer het deeg wederom een aantal malen per dag om met een houten lepel.”
Op dag 5 gaf ik een deel van mijn starter weg aan een maatje van een maangroep in oprichting:
We spraken over relaties, groepsprocessen, spiritualiteit.
….
Intermezzo:
door de dagelijkse hectiek van deze week had ik geen rust om het deeg dagelijks te roeren…
Sinds dag 5 heb ik het deeg laten rusten, ondertussen is het dag 10, dus moet ik opnieuw het schema aanpassen!
Het deeg ziet er rustig uit, het borrelt nu niet meer, maar ondertussen heb ik veranderingsprocessen in het dagelijkse leven ingezet:
– Me bezinnen op duurzame inzetbaarheid, hoe zorg ik voor mijn eigen werkplezier?
– Hoe zorg ik voor balans tussen werk en prive?

Ik wil meer vrije tijd kunnen inzetten voor zingeving :
– In mijn wijk nieuwe buurtinitiatieven stimuleren en faciliteren
– Deelnemen aan werkgroepen voor persoonlijke vorming

Vandaag sprak ik met een van de oorspronkelijke initiatiefnemers van Emporium of Wonders, die sinds kort een leegstaand winkelpand aan het inrichten is op het winkelplein bij mij om de hoek.
In deze popup shop vind je kunst, kleding, meubels en accessoires.
Van vintage en tweedehands tot handgemaakte items.
Maar dit is meer dan een vintage shop, ze wil spontane events en workshops faciliteren voor deze wijk.
Ook heeft ze behoefte aan community building!
Deze initiatiefnemer lijkt me een sympathieke bruggenbouwer, die mijn steun verdient.
Een aantal van mijn spirit dolls hebben hier hun plek gevonden!
Hier kunnen ze hun functie als Wachter goed vervullen!


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En nu ga ik weer verder met BROOD:
‘Het deeg heeft weer honger gekregen. Het is tevreden als je hetzelfde geeft als bij dag vier.”

 

Taiwan dag 13

Taiwan dag 13


Vandaag de laatste dag Taiwan

Beginnen met een stevig ontbijt

Nu nog een dagdeel ruimte voor eigen invulling: wandelen, shoppen…

In alle rust gewandeld door de vlindertuin…

Kleine magische plekjes ontdekt…

Langs de tempel van de plaatselijke god…

Nog even de tijd nemen om de leuke plekjes hier te bezoeken, afscheid te nemen van de plaatselijke spirits.

Moment van bezinning en terugblik op de afgelopen reis…

Straks staan er nog een aantal programmapunten te gaan:

Bezoek aan WenWu tempel bij SunMoon Lake

Doorreizen naar tussenstop Taichung (Op dit moment veel regen in Taipei wegens langswaaiende Typhoon Trami), daar gaan we lunchen en sight-seeing, met als optie:
Taichung Park

Kunstgalerij

Wordt vervolgd….

Portus Cale: ontmoetingen met het wonderbaarlijke

Portus Cale: ontmoetingen met het wonderbaarlijke


Vannacht laat in het donker aangekomen, en bij het wakker worden is de dag grauw en grijs.
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Wat hebben ze toch met die haan?

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En wat doet die haan onder de boom?

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En wat hebben ze nou met Sardientjes?

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Hmmm… gewijd aan de evangelist Johannes, een soort midzomerfeest!

img_6414Heel veel tegelwerk in Moorse stijl te zien!
img_6435En oude helden…deze deed me denken aan Oude eenoog.

img_6444Die slangen aan weerszijden van de balustade, doet me denken aan Viking-kunst

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Langzamerhand breekt de zon door… Heil Mithras Sol Invictus!

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Zelfs de suikerzakjes hier zijn melancholisch

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Leidt melancholie tot het drinken van Port?

img_6478Rondvaart langs de vele bruggen op een replica van een bootje waarmee voorheen Port werd vervoerd …

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Op bezoek bij het poppen-museum… de primitieve versie van Jan Klaassen heeft iets magisch!
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En dan de magische boekhandel waar Harry Potter werd geschreven!


De laatste avond…uitgebreid dineren, met fado op de voorgrond

img_6565Op de laatste dag nog even traditioneel Portugees gebak maken, doet me denken aan mijn kindertijd, die keren dat ik mijn moeder moest helpen met beslag kloppen!

Oppervlakkig gezien, zou ik dit een toeristisch reisje kunnen noemen, maar als ik dieper kijk dan zie ik een aantal interessante thema’s voorbijkomen!