I like to think I have patience. I don't, but I like to think so. Sometimes reality intrudes on my carefully contracted version of myself, then things get unpleasant. In this case, I decided to paint some random cardboard to make covers for my new envelope journals. Version One
Luckily at this point (because there were actually middle versions we don't need to discuss or document), a wild idea introduced itself into my little brain.
My son recently told me, under duress when I was grilling him if there was ANY art he was willing to do with me, that he actually liked blowing ink blots with a straw. So I painted out most everything and...
This is his favorite bit (although he was pretty happy with them all). He liked the little curl that happened on the right.
This was my favorite.
I could not be happier.