I was in a mood yesterday. I should probably apologize to my family because I am sure I was absolutely no fun to be around (possibly bordering on horrible?) I can’t say for sure what my problem was. The day was grey and so was my mood. Then when I was down tidying up my basement workspace I spilled some ink that was sitting in a little cup. Grrr… What a mess! Great, one more thing to have to clean up…. Then this message from the deep recesses of my brain: Is is a mess, or an opportunity?
I reached for some paper to blot it up. Then I thought what would look really good with that red ink would be turquoise, maybe a little white…oh, and how about black? And before you know it I had splished and sploshed ink and paint all over the table, and was grabbing paper and ripping out book pages to soak it up! What fun! This is not the way I usually work, but it was so enjoyable, and so freeing. And so, so messy! But in a good way.
I feel like in a way I have gone through a devolution of sorts. With my first big journal I was always trying to plan and create something specific. Then with the newer small journal I was trying to be a bit more experimental, with no plan really. And now to this, throwing paint around and mopping it up with stuff to see what happens. And honestly, I think at this point, it’s exactly where I need to be.
To make this I played with book pages, journal pages, Dylusions inks, acrylic paints