Edgar Allen Poe. Dark. Scary. Raw. Vulnerable.
When I was in my late teens, my mother gave me a beautifully bound set of Poe's work. I devoured it . His work is 
deliciously different than anything I had read. He goes into the place in the minds of man that we generally don't like to go. 
I love the famous poem, Raven. The imagery lends itself well to the ingrained (learned?) fear some have for black birds.
Here, I show a little of my process. Something I realize now I have not done much. Perhaps I will have to slow the creative process a bit to share that. The cut-out for the raven was free hand-drawn and cut out with a rotary cutter. The toothbrush was used for splattering the white paint. The paint I use is artist's quality, simply because I have yet to find a student's quality that I am happy with mixing colours. I could buy hundreds of colours of craft paint or just a few tubes of more expensive, but higher quality and therefore easier to use, artist quality. I used "grunge" board cut outs from a scrap booking store.
Oops, now I have to admit a prejudice I have. It did not start as a healthy, well-balanced prejudice. I admit that I have always thought that art wins out over crafts, in the craft vs art argument. One of my first visits to a scrap book store (drooling over the paper and tools) turned a little sour when I was told what I wanted to do with the materials and equipment were "so 70's" and reminded the young lady of what her mother would do way back when. I should have asked if her mother is an artist, but what I did was take my really cool paper home in somewhat of a huff and left them sitting in storage... until I began my art journal. Now, I feel a little sad for that young girl, that she defines what can be done with materials by what she is told she can do. Now, I use that paper and those yummy tools in my art journal, where appropriate. And now, I smile as I see the word "grunge" describes my use of these things.
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