...is closed. After a week and a half of smelling like a forest of eucalyptus and sounding like a bob of seals (that's one of the words to call a group of those delightful creatures - isn't that perfect?), I'm finally on the finish line of this nasty cold. That means that I could return to the studio and finish the slip case for the second star book.
Somehow these books cry out for a holding cell, and as any good murder mystery aficionado knows, it's not over until the culprit is contained.
Of course, I've been managing to get into the studio for short blocks over the period, so the black and white journal got two more spreads as I near the finish line there. It's so stuffed with additions that I doubt a case will ever contain it, though. It's akin to a bursting stomach after a pot luck dinner with family.
I've had a couple of experimental pieces on the go, too, and I keep throwing layers at them. While they're mostly pretty ugly, they do have some interesting bits in them, so I'll be playing further to see what may come of the combination of paint, stencils, Kroma crackle (man, that takes forever to dry and I'm so not a patient person) and glass beads.