I turn to journals when the muse is absent (more wine labels here, I see ;0),
The funny thing is I've been working in this particular journal for the last eighteen months, and I'm amazed to find, after carefully counting, that there are still SEVENTY spreads left to complete. How can that be possible? Quantum physics tells us there is a field out there of multiple choices and worlds, and I suspect that somehow there are pages migrating into this journal from those other possibilities. If that's the case, will I have a completed journal (assuming it ever gets finished?!) of thousands of spreads? That possibility is daunting - like Sisyphus, am I doomed to a lifetime of journalling? How sad (☺️☺️☺️ ), if so.
Just a reminder that there is an upcoming rock painting class on March 9, and I understand there may be a spot left in it. If you're in town that day, it's the place to be!
Do let me know what you're up to in your artistic life in the comments below - I love hearing about the happenings in your week!