Working in a large, thick journal hasn't been working for me these past few years, which is why you haven't seen anything from me lately. I just feel trapped by the commitment of something that seems neverending and unfinishable, and I hate not finishing things. So I decided to keep it light and just make one of these now books whenever I felt like creating.
This one is from two weeks ago, made almost entirely from scraps and stuff thrown in the paper recycling bin, and captures a lot of restlessness and anxiety. Those feelings have gone away now, but this little colorful thing is still here with me. Just the way I like it.
