Continuing to horse around in my visual journal. I'm almost ready to build a new book. This one has been by my side for the last year. And in the beginning… you know, the book is sort of drowsy. Still waking up from a deep sleep. All those resting white pages wanting to become something. But what?
I can tell just by looking which pages have secret longings to be something other than what they are. This one below for example, wrestled with its identity. I wish I had taken a picture so you could see what it was before. A loud raucous mess it was. Scribbly scratchy painted confusion.
I did some things. Scooted around the house. Made a couple of to-don't lists. Looked in the refrigerator. Followed a trail of ants down the driveway. Found an old Anthropology catalogue. Cut glue zippity do. No Page Left Behind!
Everybody sorts through their visual journal problem-child pages differently. Me, I keep going until I find harmony. To some it might resemble more of a calamity, but I lean strongly in the direction of chaos. That's just how I roll. Speaking of which I am beyond thrilled to have found a source for the wood panels. I like zee vood panels. Berry berry much. I order.