After much grunting, heming & hawing the signatures were sewn into the new book. Needles went flying. Waxed thread stuck to things. Someone accidently got a needle stuck in their foot. Not me, but someone.
Preliminary doodling was laid down. And covered up.
It felt awkward and clumsy to start again after so long. My hands forgot how to cut and paste. I couldn't remember how to slosh the brush in the paint and move it around. I hate all of my old scraps of paper, but resisted the urge to throw the whole scrap box into the trash can.
That's how the first page went.
On the next two pages I pretended I was a 2nd grader. Hey this is fun! I dragged the dripping brush across the page. Drip, drop, splat. No one will ever have to see this, I thought to myself. I opened the bottle of black ink and drew onion balls. Onion. Balls. Hmmmmmmm… that's interesting.
I did other stuff. I didn't like it. I painted over it. I didn't like it. I painted over it. I did this a lot. That was yesterday. Maybe this evening I'll draw some garlic heads to go with the onion balls. Naaaawww. I'll write over the whole thing. Yeah. That's what I'll do.
In between the not liking it and painting over it routine I grabbed the camera for an afternoon cruise through downtown.
I took surface streets the whole way. If you wanna see LA you gotta get off the freeway. She won't start whispering to you unless you're toodling along with the windows rolled down. Type started leaping off signs and into my car. I dig dig dig typography.
There are 9 million more where this one came from. When I close my eyes I see letters. I can't stop rearranging the signs & type into different mosaics.
So I'm not going to.
Tally Oliveau says
Thanks for these beautiful entries and pics of our lovely city!
love this, you and the whole
xox – eb.
Great visual fix…both your doodle pages and the typography. Thanks!
I love seeing the way your journals evolve. You’ll have to come and work with me if you like type, I’m a graphic designer with a signage company, it gets a bit boring after awhile though
I have missed my “Mossy” fix. lovely, lovely!! typography is such a turn on. I remember in college one of my instructors had us trace pages of typo every week – the whole alphabet – over and over – we hated it at first – but then all you could see was type. Let me tell you we could identify fonts by the end of the year!! I used to drive my ex nuts cause it’s fonts in the title and credits were the first thing I would notice at the movies. Thanks for sharing :-))
o screaming letters!!!!
for the first time i see what might bring me to LA-Glorious Letter!
the photos of the angels are brilliant!
most especially the promise from home
susan w says
Hey – Judy W took my word – yum was my first reaction. so I will say it again – yum!
debra cooper says
I’m sorry that the art isn’t flowing as freely as usual, but it is always good to hear from a journaling pro like you 😉 that there are times when it doesn’t come naturally or you just hate every other mark you make. Thanks for always keeping it real and inspiring us at the same time! xo,deb
Love your new journal and your onion balls. I’m like you tonight, painting over everything. I think my problem is the darn humidity getting to me. UGH. I love all the signage. Awesome. Can’t wait to see more, naturally…..
Judy Wise says
I want to hug everything on this post. Love what you say and love what you do. Oh, the signs, typography, yum yum yum.