Two of the quickie collages I made this afternoon, in my neverending quest to let go and get messy. “Don’t think!” I kept reminding myself. “Just glue!”
My friend Christine came over today and, after having a lovely breakfast at one of my favorite neighborhood spots, we made a glorious mess in the afternoon sun. It was so much fun.
I forget how important it is to do that—not just to make art and make a mess, but to do it side by side with another colorful soul. Sometimes, there’s chatter between creating (“Can I borrow a stamp pad?” and “Here, have some glitter tape.”), but there can also be complete and utter silence. Both are so nice. Both make the experience.
I broke in a new sketchbook, and it was kind of exhilarating. I’ve always loved the promise of a blank page, but now I’m also learning to appreciate the beauty of one filled with scribbles, blotches and brilliant, messy color.