Milady is from The Lost Gallery, the mask and frame are googled. Paul Laurence Dunbar said it well in his poem "We Wear the Mask".....In his words (in part), "Wewearthe mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes. This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile.".... It seems to me we are all careful to hide our true selves. It is difficult to be truly vulnerable. Don't you agree? Thanks for stopping by!
Moon is our challenge word this week at Take A Word. My moon is compliments of Terri Kahrs (thank you, Terri!), body is a paper doll, and other elements from Scrapbookgraphics. I'm reminded of the song lyrics: "I see the moon, the moonseesmeThe moonsees somebody I want to see. So, God bless the moon and God bless me And God bless the 'Somebody' I want to see"
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Africa and its mysteries holds a fascination for many of us. My niece has been working as a missionary in Tanzania. She has grown quite fond of Africa. Several years ago I read a memoir by Kuki Gallmann, "I Dreamed of Africa". It is a fascinating book of life on a vast ranch in Kenya in the 1970's. And then, who cannot remember the romantic film "Out of Africa" starring Robert Redford and Meryl Streep! I hope you enjoyed your visit to Africa this week!
I love doing vintage collages, so of course my frame is a vintage one, and my collage contains ephemera harvested from cybersurfing. I always want to know the stories of days gone by that go with each piece of ephemera! Thanks for visiting my blog!
My little friends are compliments of Land of Nod, and the rest is fashioned from bits and pieces of a kit from Create Wings Designs and Catherine Designs. About friends: More than 10 years ago, I met a feisty, intelligent, funny lady from Australia on a pen pal site. Our friendship has grown through the years. We learned digital art together, we've shared life's ups and downs. She is the best friend I've never met. You may know her. Her name is Marie! I'll dedicate this piece to her.
There's nothing more beautiful to me than a very early autumn morning when the mist lies heavy on the land, and silence is broken only by the sound of awakening birds. The beauty takes one's breath away, and it's as if the timelessness of it leaves you in touch with all who came before and all who are yet to come, aware that you're a link in the endless chain of life. A sort of peace just settles over me. I created this piece some time ago, but each time I revisit it I'm reminded of the beauty of misty mornings and contentment. Thank you for stopping by!
This is copied from a page in my journal, so I apologize for the lack of clarity. My little Zetti girl has the right idea, though!!! (Yes, I know her socks don't match. I guess she was too busy being kind to notice!!!) Thanks for visiting.