We're starting something new in the Secret Message Society - monthly centerfolds! Each month I am featuring one Secret Message Society Member, both in the Zine and on my blog. I want you to see some of the creative ways these artists think, explore, live. When you open the Zine to the middle you will see an enticing double page spread designed by the centerfold artist. There will be a companion post here on my blog where I ask them a Lucky 13 questions. Want to join our grassroots movement of artists who are actively collecting, creating and inviting Secret Messages into their life?! You can subscribe here and/or get more details.
I'm honored to introduce you to our first centerfold, Deb Taylor. I met Deb on Instagram and was first wildly inspired by her daring self-portraits. This one is still my favorite! Since then I have enjoyed gathering more pieces and parts about her colorful story. She blogs and collaborates at She Is Three. I have had two dreams about meeting her, though it has not yet happened in person. She has written an #IAmThrashing piece for me, and was a Secret Message Society Member from the very beginning when I was trying out private blogging for a stint. Two of her art pieces from her Etsy shop live in my home. She is fluent in secret messages.
THE LUCKY 13!
Deb Did It!
Secret mutant power:
Current art medium/creative endeavor I am exploring:
Random acts of creative tutorials and inspirations via social media and video ! This includes art journaling, freeform sewing, cake baking and haiku writing.
A Secret Message I found in the last week:
My Yogi Tea bag told me to “be heard”
A stranger I interacted with recently:
My partner Matt.
During the night when we awake and rearrange our pillows and covers, he calls me by a different name. Sometimes I am Gertrude, Hannah Banana or Lucy Goosey. Then he spins me a tale so I can fall back into slumber.
A word that means a lot to me right now:
When I don’t feel like my art matters I tell myself:
It matters to a whole helluva lot of other people. So keep on keeping on.
I knew I was an artist when:
I wrote my first poem in first grade summer school. My Mom hung it on the fridge.
A rule I like to break:
All of them.
This is what the Secret Message Society means to me:
Freedom to be misunderstood. . Wild abandon. Creative writing. No judgement. A secret place I can call my very own.
Here is something I created that I want to share with you:
secret messages open
your eyes hands ears heart
ready for magic
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Also, I have been making Valentines for Soldiers with secret pockets!
I am moved by it all. The energy and love going to my sons extended family over there. ~tears~
If we meet on the street we’ll know each other as undercover artists by:
chippy nail polish and painty fingertips