Ideas blossomed in my brain stem and spread upward. Swirling through dense jungly undergrowth. Walking through Tyn’s house on Saturday really got the creative engine roaring. I wanted to scatter black inky writing on top of the photos I took. Especially the ones with lots of white backgrounds. I printed out some 8 by 10’s and glued them into my journal. One photo of an iron sacred heart high up on a creamy wall got turned into my banner.
Oh the big book, it is a growin’! Visual Journal #9 is enormous. If I leave it too long in one place it begins to send down roots. In 7 pages it will be finished. I think I’ll plant it in the yard and see what happens.
That’s the way it goes. One idea vining out into the next. I was going to buy a travel journal, but decided to use a stack of vintage frames instead.
Cut up file folders to use as pages to write on. Insert. Cut up more stuff and stick inside. Keep adding until travel journal is uncomfortably cumbersome and heavy. Put all thoughts out of your mind of how this will fit in your lunchbox-sized suitcase. Utter nonsense. All that is important is that the idea is spinning drunkenly out of control. Where it lands nobody knows.