Supplies you need to make handmade craft projects using household items in thisfree arts and crafts video taught by an expert. Expert: passportt Bio: Melody has been involved in almost all forms of art medium since she was about 2 years old. She has been painting in mixed media for as long as she can remember. Filmmaker: Daron Stetner
Learn how to turn an old book into a beautiful picture frame. The perfect gift idea for Mother’s Day. (As featured in NY Japion newspaper). Materials: 1) an old book, 2) wrapping material (leftover gift wrap, newspaper/magazine pages, or any available fabric), 3) dried flowers, 4) leftover ribbon, 5) two 4 x 6 photos. Tools: scissors, exacto knife, spray mount, tape, ruler, glue gun.
I am curious about the name of this flower, so I videoed this to ask my youtube friend Nancy Today if she knows what it's called. They are growing high up on a vine along a birch tree and these two flowers fell in the pond where I fished them out. The flower has a whole on the bottom so I thought that I would dry a couple and if they dry well, I may try to attach them to a wreath. I also show a canoe made out of birch bark that I had in an old camper that we had in Vermont. Seeing Nancy …
Dry leaves susurrate the window-pane
asking to come in.
Rippling water over polished pebbles,
evanescent streaks of silver light
that sing.
On your clear forehead falls the fondling rain,
kisses your glowing cheek,
drips like liquid diamond from your lashes;
fringes your eyebrows, a flashing coronet
amorously askew from nearness to resplendent you.
Between dark hedges of yew and bay
your gliding eidolon haunts my dreams
at twilight, body swathed in soporific veils
of clinging slumber. Do not let me wake,
less I should lose your ever-glowing imago,
merging with killing daylight once again.
I dreamed of you; dear sweet, I dreamed of you;
as if you lived within me
taking lodging in my palpitating mind,
liege-lord of my very soul.
Dry leaves susurrate the window-pane
asking to come in.
Rippling water over polished pebbles,
evanescent streaks of silver light
that sing.
On your clear forehead falls the fondling rain,
kisses your glowing cheek,
drips like liquid diamond from your lashes;
fringes your eyebrows, a flashing coronet
amorously askew from nearness to resplendent you.
Between dark hedges of yew and bay
your gliding eidolon haunts my dreams
at twilight, body swathed in soporific veils
of clinging slumber. Do not let me wake,
less I should lose your ever-glowing imago,
merging with killing daylight once again.
I dreamed of you; dear sweet, I dreamed of you;
as if you lived within me
taking lodging in my palpitating mind,
liege-lord of my very soul.
I just wanted to share this beautiful 19th Century scrapbook that I found in Lisbon in a bric-à-brac shop called La Brocante. It has writings such as” To my beloved Godfather” dated from 1890. It’s made with real materials : real hair and fur, dried plants and flowers, velvet and other fabrics, antique lace… She must have belonged to a wealthy portuguese family – there are postcards from the Swiss Alps and people are dressed very richly in the pages. This scrapbook must have been some sort of memorando for family she lost, because there are a lot of angels and crosses and “I shall miss you” or “In loving Memory” writings. It’s really beautiful “in person” – it’s so full of rich textures and materials! Talk about Mixed 19th Century Media! I hope you enhoy it as much as I do!
Pequeno filme feito a partir de um livro de estampas do século 19, encontrado na loja La Brocante, em Lisboa. Tem escrito, entre outras coisas, “Ao meu Padrinho adorado” com a data de 1890. Deve ser uma espécie de livro feito em memória de amigos e familiares porque aparecem muitos anjos e cruzes bem como a palavra “Saudade”. Ao vivo, é de uma riqueza incrível, com materiais como cabelo verdadeiro, plantas e flores secas, veludos e tecidos antigos, rendas e bordados. Há referência aos Alpes Suissos, o que leva a crer que a artista venha de familias abastadas da época. O livro é lindo e foi um presente da minha cunhada Sandy. Espero que gostem tanto quanto eu!