I’d like to scrapbook life with the most delicate dusting of glitter. Using all the pictures I have collected in my mind.
Crop, die-cut and decoupage my imaginary and by-gone loved ones to life with music to each page, like musical greeting cards.
To alter, bind, collage and lay-out into a dream home; with an idyllic yard, as birds chirp while dancing and splashing in their daily water bath.
And, to also journal their happy travel adventures. Similar to the Facebook lives we lead…….all beautiful and perfect.
Despite the smiley beautiful colorful photos, what you cannot capture are the personal skeletons behind the peek-a-boo pages, we all have. Those dark photos with shadows you destroy. Photos you view and ask, who is that?
And then I spill a glass of water on to my journal, and my perfect life evaporates like the Wicked Witch of the West. I have a minor melt-down, some pages like life, can be salvaged. While others will be re-incorporated, nothing is wasted (unlike real life).
As time goes by this journal will fade into monochromatic colors, or yellow, I didn’t use archival paper or de-acidify. The fragile thin corners will begin to break-off, dissolve and turn to dust like the lives embellished here with a delicate sprinkle of glitter.
But, unlike life, in my Murano chandelier-colored world I can re-stage my family and Famigos into life again and again to play different roles in different settings all while playing out life in different plots and ask them to read the script I choose, just like a director, directing a movie…..action, take # 23.
I can do as I wish in my high definition world, with merely a splash of paint or I can white-wash to erase my world.
And if I feel real important or that perhaps you did not see my post I will re-post it for 3 days straight, so it is at top, ad nauseam! I often have wondered if there such a thing as Facebook etiquette, ok I got it, I saw your post, it is lovely ONE time.
I can also leave characters out or say you’re fired in my Facebook scrap book make-believe life.
Abrazos y Besos
