My sister does have a name. And it’s not Sister. That’s just what we call each other. I can’t remember when I used her name name last. This all started many moons ago. The truth is I don’t really remember her real name anymore.
What does it matter? These are her journal pages. Aren’t they fabulous?
Whenever we travel together we take our journals with us so we can work on them together.
This is my sister’s new MAILART frame that her husband made for her from old weathered boards. Isn’t it cool?
Here is our art table in Paris. It only belonged to us for a week, but it was a very nice week.
This is our art table in San Miguel de Allende. You can see her big black journal there. It’s called Stuff That Happened To Me.
We are going to the Amalfi Coast this coming spring. Neither of us have ever been to Italy. We’re terribly excited. Of course we’ll tote our journals along.
And finally some photos from evening walks.