May 15, 12:39 am
On my shelf...
Most of my books are packed away in boxes, since last year when the carpets were replaced – I got carried away with the packing and took apart some furniture with my power tools and threw it out. So the only books around are those since I deliberately kept handy, those I bought since, and those I have sought out from the boxes.
I am finding it very difficult, as I have been surrounded by books since I was born. At first, the book spark did nothing for me. I thought it wasn’t relevant to me, as my books were packed away. I was surprised how true the results felt.
In my art journal, this page leans more towards the journalling than the art. I printed out images of the book covers onto photo paper, the journal page was already prepared with white acrylic paint. I just jotted down the words that became the title on a previous incarnation of the page, ripped it out, wrote them again on the new page, didn’t like how they looked, ripped them out of the old page and glued them on here. I doodled with regular kids felt pens around the book covers, wrote key words related to the books’ themes on the covers and journalled quickly about what each book revealed about my life.
Very straightforward, but nonetheless true journalling as the words do reflect me and my life so far. Thanks for looking.
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