A "Deck of Art" is basically artwork created on the backs of a deck of playing cards. I started this project participating in a challenge on a forum - you can read more about it in the very first post of this blog. Mine is slightly special in that it is a "mini scrapbook" with a photo on each card, and I'm using it to explore my childhood along the themes given in the challenge. This should be an interesting exercise because I don't remember all that much, or at least I don't think I do, yet when I ponder a while things do come to mind... The journals are mounted to the suit side of the cards and I will include them in my posts, followed by specification and credits on materials used.
Back journal reads: "I cannot come up with any Petra-isms as my mother can’t remember any, other than my being unable to pronounce an “r”, therefore calling myself “Peta”! What I heard most in terms of my early vocalisation was that I didn’t want to speak at all, not even mama, papa or dada. I hardly made any noise apart from laughing or crying, and tried to communicate with expressions and gestures (I’m still fond of silences!), until I was fully two years old, when I would suddenly say whole sentences. My Mum has always proudly told me that the first thing I ever said was “Peta want dada” (well, the German equivalent). She also admitted that she was rather anxious because all other babies my age were saying words! Photo Oct 1966"
Piece of paper marbled in a class long ago; peel-offs from Craft Creations; duck button from Dress It Up; Provocraft Etcetera Jemz sticker; and paper clip from a Scrapmuse kit.
Home...where your feet may leave, but not your heart. -- Oliver Wendell Holmes Back journal reads: "Unfortunately, I have never felt like this about my home! This may have been due to the fact that our family was split apart when my parents separated. Mother and I then lived with my gran but I considered both our place and my father’s my home. Maybe because of that neither was quite “it”. It may also have to do with the fact that we lived on an estate, which was neither nice nor pretty – you can see it in the background of the photo. Photo 1968"
Paper was a leftover from the Wiggly Woods "Celebrations" kit and the ephemerals are cut out from a K&Co ephemerals page; plus mini key from 7Gypsies, and I seem to remember the lock being part of a Club Scrap kit... The crest is that of my hometown Worms - it used to be one of many dangling from my favourite bracelet when I was a child - I would collect the little crests wherever we went for a holiday or day trip... The quote was part of the weekly challenge and had to appear on the front of the card!
The official theme was "What's on your desk right now?" but obviously that didn't fit for a childhood book, so I adapted it. Journal reads: "As a child, I was very proud to have my very own little chair and desk. I remember the desk had a blue melamine top with a latch that would release it to slide back and open to the big belly of the desk which was full of my toys, paints, pencils and books. Normally, I wasn’t allowed to have much on top – just whatever I was using, and when I was finished it had to go back into the “belly”. But on special days – like Christmas, Easter and my birthday - I was allowed to have all my presents and sweets sitting there, arranged for the day! Photo: birthday 1966 (2 years old)"
Very simple card - pink paper, peeloffs from Craft Creations and Metal-Rimmed Stickers from Canada Inc.
Back journal reads: "I cannot come up with any Petra-isms as my mother can’t remember any, other than my being unable to pronounce an “r”, therefore calling myself “Peta”! What I heard most in terms of my early vocalisation was that I didn’t want to speak at all, not even mama, papa or dada. I hardly made any noise apart from laughing or crying, and tried to communicate with expressions and gestures (I’m still fond of silences!), until I was fully two years old, when I would suddenly say whole sentences. My Mum has always proudly told me that the first thing I ever said was “Peta want dada” (well, the German equivalent). She also admitted that she was rather anxious because all other babies my age were saying words! Photo Oct 1966"
