Just posting. I feel like I'm exercising my imagination muscle as I look at my undone blob. There was a time I couldn't stop myself from seeing faces/images in squiggles/smears/washes. Now I really have to relax into it. Is it a muscle? What changed? Practice but also what part of the brain shut off?
I thought I'd posted this, but no, I began and then put it aside (probably I was needed to point out where the extra school paper was, or determine if there was actually any milk in the frig or find a soccer sock. Something vital and impossible without me).
I enjoyed these pages although there was some flipping past until suddenly I stopped one day and had fun. That's the way it is sometimes. Nothing, ... nothing, .... zowie!
Usually the paint side is the side I gravitate toward. In this case it was just a suggestion, and again, I decided to leave it alone once I'd gotten a bit down.
But the collage side, which has stymied me recently, was the one that took off here.
I have a little mac - a mac air, I think, with a little screen which I love for it's ease of use and portability. But sometimes I want a big screen. A BIG screen. So I can see what I'm working with when I compose a post or am trying to sequence images or .... whatever. But I have my little screen and so that's what I'm using. It's not important. I'm just saying....
This was the full page spread, but I didn't finish the collage side. Just didn't. I try to wait till I have both done before I post, but I liked the paint so much I just decided, what the hey.
Because despite many many contrary examples, I am occasionally, if not regularly, but yes, sporadically and mostly unpredictably a , oh, what the hey, kinda of gal.