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July 16, 2008
For Two Days Now
I have been trying to think of a topic to post on. Seriously. And since I couldn't come up with anything, I decided to just babble on until I got tired.
Of course, I have been doing laundry and making books and shopping for the stuff I need in order to make the books and cleaning and gymming (Is that a word? It is now.) and passing out and sleeping for very long periods of time. And still I don't have a single insight into myself or life or world events.
The book of cards (Dear Dave, I miss you. I love you.) is drying. I did the last bit of gluing this evening and now I have it clamped tightly and it is, as Sybil my book arts instructor says, "sleeping." It will come out of the clamp tomorrow. (My fancy bookbinding clamp, by the way? A big binder clip. I put paper between it and the book cover so the finish won't get damaged.)
I also played a bit this afternoon with a light molding paste from Liquitex, though I'd really rather have access to Golden's stuff. Ah well, that's what I get for living in such a small town. Did I mention that I can get PVA from as near as Spokane? Now I'm just trying to decide whether to order it or drive there and check out their fine art papers while I'm at it. Since the one I need to finish one of my boxes is apparently no longer available. Stupid supplier. How dare they discontinue the design/go out of business? I really do need some PVA soon, though. I'm not happy with making books with Elmer's, which is what I'm doing right now.
Anyway, the molding paste is fun. I mixed it with some black acrylic paint and got this wonderful, light, matte texture on the cover of my second painted book, Idyllatry. When I'm done with it, it will contain mementos of my trip last week. I cannot believe how light the paste-covered book is. Given the amount I slapped onto the cover, the book by all rights should weigh lots more than it actually does. And it looks that kind of heavy as well.
Aaaand, I'm sleepy. Understandable, given the time, I guess. I have to say, today's pace was much slower than Monday's or Tuesday's, for which I am unbelievably grateful. I still got a lot done, but it wasn't rushrushrushrush like the two previous days were. And given my promise to myself, I'll probably spend tomorrow cleaning. Because, damn, the house needs it. Especially my office, where right now you can't even see the floor. And not because there's a rug on it.
I will say that I've been very good about putting new stuff away. The new art supplies I've been buying have either ended up on the kitchen table where I'm working or stored in the proper place. Same with the stuff that came in the mail today, the stuff I sent myself from Idyllwild so I wouldn't have to try to fit it into my suitcases. I've not been adding to the mess, at any rate. But how is it possible that my lovely new closet is now full to bursting? How did I manage to overfill it? Where did all the contents come from?
Posted by sally at July 16, 2008 10:25 PM
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