my other books were drying so i had to go hunt for a nice piece of sugary white paper to paint my tuberoses on. found! a class demo from my bookbinding and visual journaling class FTB. if you're looking at that journal and going, 'you did NOT make that in class,' it's because i gave it a makeover last year. the book, not the class. a little voice in my head told me to get out the orange duct tape and the paper pinwheel and start taping. so i did. it's the visual journal i turn to when i need a collage fix.
here is my unstyled wreck of an art table with my vase of old tuberoses i waited a little too long to paint.
not very appealing are they? except to me they were! and i hadn't done a gouache painting in awhile. in all their frumpiness of wilted petals and browning buds that wouldn't open i saw something worthy of being captured.
and then because it's my journal and because i am me, i wrote something insightful & wise.
if you see the easter bunny please send him to my house. i need a chocolate bunny for something. really bad.