I make scrapbooks and journals for all sorts of reasons, sometimes for my own creations and writing, sometimes for specific project and in this case, for inspiration or dareisay therapy.
Background: I was having hard go of it in life or whatever and moved into a very small room at a boarding-house-type place. While basic, i quite loved having a place which kept me safe and allowed me rest. Reminded me a sign i saw in Vancouver for the “Wonder Hotel – Rooms for Rent – Clean, Quiet, Free Cable, Fridge, Secure” – all the attributes this Ankangan Guesthouse possessed.
Did I mention I love making scrapbooks? Scissors and glue and (miscellaneous & travel-related mostly) ephemera assembled into handmade journals with delicious paper to create a story of sorts. I have stacks of these documented in this archive for my reference and your amusement.
“Get on the Postcard Bus” – another handcrafted batch of greeting cards, this cohort featuring snapshots of my former beloved VW bus dubbed “the earth ship”.
Photos were snapped with a Lomo Sardine Can camera (cork covered) with expired 35mm film during a “reunion” with the bus after over a decade during which old pals and I reacquainted ourselves with the noble beast thru stories and inebriants.
The steed is now retired, painted majestically in a complete mural featuring various Grateful Dead-inspired motifs – including Jerry Garcia and a dancing bear at the “wheel”, dancing skeletons, curious creatures and psychedelic meanderings throughout – as lives as a sauna(!) & wedding altar at the Mangy Moose Lodge up Big Cottonwood Canyon outside Salt Lake City, run by the funnest couple Honi and Day-Glo Dave. They even presented me with one of the old keys of this beloved vehicle which I keep with me in my travel wallet.
The batch of cards were water-coloured, inked with fountain pen, photos glued, tender sentiments written inside, and mailed to dear folks worldwide with affection.
Oh and some of these photos were taken by @twillomusic – thanks!
Often times, I make scrap journals for no particular reason, just for enjoyment of gathering interesting paper tidbits and ephemera which I enjoy… Then somehow a “theme” or story of some kind emerges. Especially after being stuck/fermenting in a suitcase for months or years, as soon as I open a booklet of artifacts, so many memories return. Some of you might see oddities in here wish you recognize and enjoy as well presented in a different context.