all that within the first 4-5 pages of my new visual journal. displeased with my initial efforts i plodded on ignoring the mentally ill relatives of my mind who like to sit around and discuss my pages sometimes. 'these are warm-ups!' i told myself. 'exercises.'
knowing that made me feel better looser. it's been awhile since i sat with my visual journal. and this is a new one. it's kind of good to mess up all the first pages. you know...to get it over with and move on. and when i looked back they weren't so bad after all. i like it when that happens. the beautiful ugly and crazy all rolled up into one. that's the journal. that's the one i love.
in my sketchbook i am drawing GIANT letters.
i was listening to israel kamakawiwo'ole. daaaang i dig that guy.
i stopped in the middle of horsing around in my journal to make a dance video for my sister.
i do that sometimes.
p.s. will whoever emailed me about the typography book email me back because i can't find your email and i just remembered i didn't answer you. sorry! i try and respond to all of my emails that require an answer and can't be found by reading DFLA (or common sense), but the cracks. they are large. sometimes stuff falls in between.