Steady gentle rain tapping on the skylight in my study as I type.
Print collage, a torn swatch of fabric (thank you, MaryAnn!), three French knots (one tangled), a paint marker, India ink and dip pen, a Stabilo Woody.
Art journal p.1 roughed up a little. Feels great!
Roughed up! Love it! And the tapping rain….
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Need to release a whole buncha stuff, internal and external. p.1 gave me a place to start; so grateful for art. Thanks for affirming my taking steps.
The tapping winter rain has been just exactly fine today.
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And she’s off and roughing! Fun to see the fabric swatch! Keep having fun….and paying no attention to what day it is.
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I *AM* off and roughing! It was fun and freeing to include fabric (and check quickly with youtube to be sure I remembered how to make French knots!) in today’s disruption of what I did yesterday. As to know what day it is, NOT knowing is also fun and freeing!
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Ooouuu! YES! The sound of rain! What JOY!
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Yes, indeed, the joyful sound of rain! On the near horizon now, a first major snow forecast. Wonder what that’ll inspire in me.
I’m already liking that working in a journal opens doors to ongoing play with theoretically already-completed pages.
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Awesome! Fun! Snow too!? We had a light dusting, that was soon melted. But Mingus has a nice coat even two days later. Prescott got more, of course, and it is beautiful! We might get more on Sunday. My fingers are crossed.
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In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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