Despite the fact I blogged last night about my 'nature trail' concertina booklet - bragging perhaps because for once I actually finished a project rather than just talking/writing/experimenting - I decided this morning to photograph each 'spread' in close up. So the imperfections and stitchery could be seen in detail.
Now I did not properly explain: this piece is one of a number I was rushing to photograph and write about for an article to appear next month on creating gardening journals, which I augmented somewhat to include 'nature'. For when I came to re-read all my written journals over the years, I realised that what I wrote about more than anything else was natural history, which has absorbed and captivated me ever since childhood.
But this creation was a rush job - none of my usual dithering ("should I do this, or that, or perhaps delve into other techniques?"). No, I had to make, finish, photograph and write about not just this but half-a-dozen other creations as well. So no page is as perfect as I would wish, but I do hug myself that for once there something is finished. All my creative journeys have been like those of my childhood, on wobbly footsteps, or walking on my hands around a swimming pool, always biting off more than I can chew (though I did manage that feat); or as my school report once said - almost 70 years ago, "Ann could do better." Well, Ann is still striving to meet whatever was expected of her then, and now.
My apologies for the ennui that may be induced by an almost duplicate post. I thank Toni and Yvonne for their kind comments to date (as of 20.00 UK GMT). And to answer Yvonne's query as to whether this concertina booklet has a closure of sorts - not yet, I am dashing to get the photos off to the magazine editor tomorrow, of this and other artifacts. But now you come to mention it, I think two narrow calico straps could be fastened to the two outside edges, and wound around as a tie ... easy to release. Like the one below - my concertina fabric herbal; and maybe also, a little bag to hold each 'trail'.
You see, the idea of concertina journals made from old, altered maps seemed so easy; to have a series of them in my travel bag, ready to depart at a moment's notice. Each distressed and sprayed with various colours to suit all manner of places, themes and situations.
A bag-holder and strap for each one, perhaps, to hang around my neck, with pen for sketching and scribbling ... leaving space for the photos I take along the way. Now: each map makes three such journals (each of eight pages); and as I have amassed around 30 of these antiques - the shop was selling them off cheap - that's an awful lot of journals; and I have so many other things up my sleeve .........
P.S. You can still click on each image and enlarge it even more ... I love the way the scrim becomes almost tactile; must see what happens when I slather it with diluted acrylic paint.