My beautiful friend is away to Hawaii for 4 (or 5) months.
How could I let her go without a journal of her own, with lots of watercolor paper and pages to record her thoughts.
It had to have a travel bag, to survive the many moves.
This book is a combination of various techniques I learned, or have just seen and yearned to experiment with. I stand on the shoulders of such giants at Mary Ann Moss, DJ Pettitt, whom I will meet in January, and with whom I will take a class, Albie Smith, and my own craziness.
I’ve included bits of failed paintings, found lace and jewelry from my favorite thriftstore, and recently, bits of a wedding gown.