Ah-ha...now I know why she included the word "challenge"....
And a challenge it was on many different levels...
The first challenge was getting out of Target without straying from my short, concise shopping list. Suffice it to say, I didn't pass the first challenge. Nothing extravagant, but one of these and one of those begin to add up quickly, don't they?
Yet as I rambled through every aisle it was like taking a walk down memory lane of when my children were little ones. Children crying--more pronounced {and did I mention louder} the closer I came to the toy section! Mothers giving "that look" to those screaming children and me pretending like I hardly noticed that child on the floor thrashing from side to side {professional courtesy from one mother to another} desperately clutching some much-needed toy...
Memories...they are known for showing up in the most expected, and even unexpected places.
{The flowers on the box were once the color of the freshly cut flowers!}
Our challenge was to take these little boxes that originally contained soap and give the box a makeover. After painting the box with a Martha Stewart paint sample called Sultana I began to adhere individual little blossoms of pressed verbena. It took way more than I had on hand and there was no time for pressing more so I even slapped ripe ones to the underside of the top cover and blasted them with my heat gun. Results...not bad.
After hemming and hawing, staring into space, and staring some more, I finally decided to make mine a memory box.
A few years back I purchased from this gal's Etsy shop two pieces of mirrors she had washed in acid and just like it was meant to be, the pieces were exactly the size of this box. The words were cut from an old novel printed in a large font I nabbed at Goodwill specifically for the larger font size. {Not to read it...but for artsy pursuits!}
The second mirror was used over the photo... a few more scratches were added using a file as to open up more peek-through area for the image.
The photo is of my cousin Johnny and myself when we were wee little ones...fifty-one years ago with the sun shining in our eyes...{not a lot of camera tips floating around for the novice photographer back in those days!}
Our families were inseparable...we gathered together every Sunday if not more often during the week, every holiday including Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, many sleepovers, and so on.
Johnny and I accumulated hundreds and hundreds of hours through the years traipsing through woods, sometimes I was a passenger on his bicycle with the tiger banana seat, or on a mini-bike, snowmobiles, and even harrowing rides on his motorcycle hanging on for all I was worth. He grew up on a large dairy farm and any chance I got I loved to spend days at the farm. They had an old car we drove through the fields long before we ever had a real license. Finally, a chance for me to give him a scary ride!
Sadly so, it will be five years in July since his life ended tragically. It's still hard to believe at times...I cherish the times I get to visit with my Aunt and we are able to share memories we each hold so dear. He had a brilliant mind, was an accomplished photographer who developed his own film, flew airplanes, motorcycled across the country just to visit places he'd never been before & surprising relatives in many states when he suddenly appeared on their doorstep {!}, backpacked across Europe another year...always looking for an adventure.
It took me way longer to create this little piece than it should have...so many interuptions of getting lost in my thoughts and memories...
Yes, some memories are best never to be forgotten even if they make you cry.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran
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To view the creations of more participants in today's art challenge, head over to Lisa's blog, Tarnished and Tattered. If you've not been there before, take a peek around as Lisa is a talented Texas gal who creates some gorgeous stuff! She is also being featured in a soon-to-be-released Stampington publication due to hit the streets any day now! Thank you, Lisa for hosting this challenging event. Who knew one little box could be such a fun challenge {or make such a mess of my once clean workspace}!
What a wonderful piece of art. You two are as cute as cupcakes! Love each detail and those mirrors are the best!
xx,
Autumn Clark
Posted by: Autumn Clark | Sunday, June 27, 2010 at 09:16 PM
I love this one ...so beautiful..the details are un-matchable...
Deehttp://deedeescraftspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/soap-box-challenge.htmlDee
Posted by: deedee | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 01:01 AM
Oh Sweet Sue ~ there is so much to say about this beautiful and touching post and what you created along with the perfect quote as well ... and yet I am choked up ... happy to share your memories of a precious person in your life and sad for your loss ... just read the Gibran quote again ... sniff sniff
thank you for sharing Johnny with us ... several poems come to mind ... here is a short one for you:
"In one of the stars, I shall be living.
In one of them, I shall be laughing.
And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look at the sky at night."
~ The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery
oxo
Posted by: ~*~Patty | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 01:12 AM
What a Beautiful Memory Box & Story ~ it's Perfect to hold your Sweet Photo.... The Flowers on the outside are Amazing~
Posted by: Cheryl~Zanymayd | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 01:38 AM
That's a beautiful box and holds such wonderful memories. It sounds like your cousin had been an amazing man. I'm sorry that he's not with you anymore.
I have to keep the idea in mind to speedy dry flowers with the heat gun. Great idea!
Have a wonderful Monday!
Hugs,
Julia
Posted by: Julia - Vintage with Laces | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 02:17 AM
Oh Sue, what a beautiful piece of artwork!!!! And also such a touching post filled with so many wonderful memories....hugs and love, Dawn
Posted by: Dawn @ The Feathered Nest | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 02:26 AM
Sue your soap box is really beautiful, so many memories you thought of when you made it, wonderful.
Anni
Posted by: Anni | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 07:32 AM
Oh. This story - it took my breath away. Beautiful box, even more so the beautiful words that went with it.
Have a great day!
Kathy
Posted by: Kathy | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 08:12 AM
Sue,
As soon as I stop crying I will comment on your amazing piece.
Okay, tears gone. What a beautiful tribute for your friend. The quote really got me. I collect quotes & that one is going in my book.
The detail in your box is simply wonderful. I can imagine the time it took to glue each petal, were you cursing me?! LOL. And the kids thrashing on the floor at target...probably mine! I know I'm on that wal-mart website somewhere! LOL
Thank you so much for playing my game with me, it was fun! Lisa
Posted by: lisa | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 08:30 AM
Sue- Your box is absolutely beautiful. What a sweet testament to the love you and your cousin shared.
Posted by: Karin | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 08:34 AM
I really love what you did with your soap box! The 3-d embellishments are a great idea!
Sandy xo
Posted by: Sandy | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 08:39 AM
Your soap box was an amazing piece of memory art. I think it was a wonderful tribute to your cousin. Beautiful post.
Jane
Posted by: Jane | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 09:09 AM
You did a fantastic job, Sue! Love both of your projects, and that little pic of you and Johnny is ADORABLE! I always love to see what you're doing over here.
And I died laughing at this: "...me pretending like I hardly noticed that child on the floor thrashing from side to side {professional courtesy from one mother to another} desperately clutching some much-needed toy..."
I do that, too, because I had a godchild once that used to act out like nobody's business. It was usually in restaurants! But when he was alone with me, he behaved. Go figure! Maybe it had something to do with my bribes. I was his fairy godmother, granting all of his lego wishes. ;-)
XO,
Sheila :-)
Posted by: Sheila | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 09:56 AM
Oh my gosh I love it! I also love your Gibran quote and for sharing your memories all tied up in this beautiful little box. It is a little shrine to your beloved cousin, whom I am sorry you have lost...
xo
Beth
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Posted by: Beth | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 09:59 AM
Sue,
What a beautiful tribute to Johnny! I hope I will be remembered one day byt the people in my life as you lovingly remember Johnny. He is so happy with this tribute I am sure!
Diana
Posted by: Di | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 11:06 AM
Thank you for sharing not only the box but the story of your cousin, truly touching.
Debbie
Posted by: Mosaic Magpie | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 11:27 AM
What a lovely tribute and it's so beautifully done! Thank you for sharing it with us.
Posted by: marie | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 01:39 PM
What a beautiful tribute box you have created...I love the quote...thank you for sharing your story...
Posted by: ann | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 01:57 PM
I love what you have done with your soap box. Great project! Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Thespoena McLaughlin | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 04:51 PM
Target is a tad bit evil isn't it? I don't know anyone who can just buy one thing! This was not only beautiful for heartfelt and heart full. LOVE the glass and the Verbena, good to know they don't have to be dry!:) But above thank you for sharing such a beautiful memory. Posts like this is what gave me faith in the internet again, thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!
Posted by: Kari | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 05:41 PM
Hey Sue, you sure it wasn't me with the child thrashing! :) Swear she does it every time. LOVE your box and the amazing quote. The outside is gorgeous. I so appreciate you stopping by to see mine and also the comment on my crown I made. Thank you!
Posted by: Kris Pare | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 06:58 PM
Sue:
What a lovely and special piece you created. I love your idea to use flowers, and the little mirror is wonderful. Thank you for sharing your verse from one of my favorite writers, too. It holds great meaning for me, too.
xoxo
Donna
Posted by: Donna Liljegren | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 07:25 PM
Thank you for sharing not only a wonderful piece of art but the heart touching story of your dear cousin Johnny. Some memories do indeed stick to the soul.
Posted by: Sandy | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 08:04 PM
Hi Sue, what a beautiful and inspirational piece, love what you have created.
Debby
Posted by: Debby Harreittha | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 08:56 PM
I thought the box was beautiful with its flower petals and acid washed peek a boo mirrors, but then I read the tribute to Johnny and really fell in love with the piece!
Posted by: Karla Nathan | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 11:41 PM
Sue, this is just stunning. I love everything about it, especially the colors . . . no, especially the beads . . . no especially the mirror. ::sigh:: I love it all. Positively dreamy! Well done : )
Posted by: Shelley in SC | Tuesday, June 29, 2010 at 12:18 AM
This was a precious post Sue. You painted Such a vivid and beautiful picture of you and your Johnny. I love hearing of what an amazing adventurer that he was and how much he lived His life.....and you both in childhood!! It reminds me too, how much our art is an adventure and how this took you to another place and time. Art truely is an adventure. So thankful to know you Sue, truely! Lovely keepsake!
Ps~ My space is a wreck now too.....just means we are having fun, eh?!
Posted by: Cherie Wilson | Tuesday, June 29, 2010 at 09:52 PM
Sue your box is really lovely. I love the natural flowers all over outside. And the inside is pretty special too. Any artwork that is made with a special person in mind has a different energy to it. Thanks for sharing it all.
xo,
Karen
Posted by: Karen Valentine | Wednesday, June 30, 2010 at 12:41 AM
Hi Sue!.....I LUV your soapbox...I luv the colors and the flowers....and what really cool vintage finds inside!...Beautiful!
~~~~~virginia....:)
Posted by: virginia | Wednesday, June 30, 2010 at 03:19 PM