I Have No Internal Sense of What Day It Is. None.
Asked for and received an art journal for Christmas. Yay! Square format roughly 8 x 8″, with perforated pages.
Had the impulse late yesterday to cover the opening page with something. Anything.
You’ll see if you look closely the following words inscribed in the four small paintings that ended up on the page:
• new art journal for christmas • new dip pen
• white ink for the first time • blob •
• turning a white page to not white •
• plenty to learn here on these pages •
Worked quickly and intuitively, enjoyed the process, but ended up with something tidier and blander than was satisfying. Came back in with a pastel pencil to disrupt with a scribble. May return to this page to be brasher, bolder, more experimental. Stay tuned.
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6 responses to “I Have No Internal Sense of What Day It Is. None.”
First of all…love your title. Couldn’t agree more!
So impressed that you just went for it on the first page of your new journal. That’s always hard to do. I KNOW you’re going to take this page on a wonderful journey and I’m looking forward to see where it ends up! Brash and bold sounds just right!
Oh my gosh, I just REALLY have no internal sense of the day of the week right now! Makes me laugh.
I’m pleased that I went right in and got something on p.1 of my new art journal. I was going to play with that page again this afternoon but found myself on p.2 instead! It’s all good, as the expression goes. Nonetheless, I do want to return to p.1 to rough it up a bit. Thanks for your cheerleading! I need an angel on my shoulder to nudge me along.
Thanks, Sheila—the summery colors and hints of warm waterscape must have been my own internal need for an antidote to winter making itself known! An art journal is feeling like just the right place to turn my creative energy right here right now.
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