“There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not."
Playing with frisket.
This is on the reverse of the page below. I was going to paint within the lines, but thought it might be interesting to paint something that completely ignored the lines. It seems Dr. Seussical!
This is quite within the stitched lines.
Playing with masking off areas.
handmade journal, strathmore watercolor paper, pencil, watercolor and gouache, 11"x7" pages, not yet bound
I'm a mad scientist and each page feels like an experiment. This is my first experience in building a journal as I work. I like knowing that it will be bound together. Wanting to do something motivates me to figure stuff out, like binding. And even though I have a few books on binding, I still hesitate to actually get it done. I like that I can sew on the pages before or after painting without the limitations of a bound journal. Best of both worlds - that's my thought. More pix from the Play Journal.