It's officially official. I can't stop blogging. Gah! Here are the full frontals I mentioned yesterday. More are coming.
Unless something else crosses my path first to divert me. That is so highly possible. La-di-da whatever! I'm a free agent until next Wednesday at 5:30am and in between now and then I am open to all diversions and refiling of flight plans. 5:30? double Gah! . My REM sleep is getting ready to be rudely interrupted. Nevertheless until then I shan't allow my golden bubble to be pierced by rational thought.
Let's see, where was I? Ah yes, the little jumbly journal. Where would I be without a place to scribble down the thoughts that come roaring into my head? Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, and everything in between. The obsessive need to RECORD things is constant.
The paper scraps and thought scraps have to go somewhere don't they?
Wanna see an artist's studio that will make you go aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh? Check out this video of Lotta Jansdotter. And while you're there take note of the clipboards all lined up on the wall holding scraps of projects, ideas, inspiration. I am so planning to steal that idea. Much more efficient and cool than the kooky system I have now. Which is frankly, all kook and no system.