where was I when I began?
Yet another of the journals I haul around. I like this one because it is so un structured. And I mean that not only because it was ripped out of it's cover (and given a new one) but because it is my ultimate doodle book.
I like the feel of this paper and how well it absorbs the watercolor. I wouldn't want to try to do something that needed forgiveness, but for this, it's just a fun different texture. I also like dealing with the type. Covering it, surrounding it, overwriting it, coloring it, .. and sometimes even ignoring it. I thought I was going to collage more, and maybe I will in the end, but too often I grab it and a pen or travel watercolor palette and just do one thing as I sit in the car between.
