Baby Love—Journaling with Julie 2

My sister, Julie, and I are art journaling each week long-distance. We each have the same project book and each week we work on a lesson on our own and then share the pics. She lives about 9 hours from me so this is the closest we've come to actually doing a class together. It's been fun and I'm having a blast. You can see our first lesson below if you scroll down one post. 

This lesson was to do an image transfer of your picture and then add art media and some words or phrases to it. I suggested we use our baby photos (you'll notice I look ornery and she looks sweet and innocent—don't buy that).

I felt like this lesson wasn't detailed enough in general, because I wasn't clear on the photo transfer process...but it was probably my error. My first attempt was on a page I pre-gessoed and that didn't take. So I did it again and it helped to use a plain page with more tooth.

Here's the start of the process. First, just the photo.

 Then the photo transfer.

Then the first layer of gelatos and black pen.

                                

                                                 

Then the finale after layers of gelato, Pitt brush pen, white acrylics, collage and added words and phrases.

I ended up coloring over some of my face as I worked, so it doesn't really look like the original, but it's not really supposed to be a self-portrait. 

Julie did one of her baby self and I love that it still looks like her. It's adorable. I wonder if that little dress was really pink. 

So far, I'm enjoying this book and the lessons. You can dig a little deeper than we are and do the self-reflection and explore your past and your relationship to art and more. It also has different teachers for some lessons so you get a variety of instruction.

That's it for today...hope you're out there finding some solace and joy in crafting or baking or writing or whatever makes you feel happy. I'm doing all these things and just trying to find the little things to be grateful for—my family safe and sound, the sun shining, the daffodils peeking out, the noisy birds, the texts from my daughter and from friends, the 80s trivia contest my hubby and I had, the fact that my adult son baked muffins with me, my mom in good hands with her caregivers, love. It's all good. Wishing you peace.

Happy Friday!

Chark