Going and Going
Short and sweet today. Since my creativity binge continues, so will the posts.
I have a thing for vintage books. OK, used books, but don’t you think vintage sounds hipper than used?? I also think think that vintage books somehow absorb personality, maybe through osmosis, from their surroundings and/or owners and become more than just paper, ink and glue. Yeah, I know I’m more than a little weird and I do tend to bond with things that most would call ordinary or mundane. I did a blog post about it a few years ago that can be found here.
Anyhow, I found a poem in the blue book that I couldn’t get out of my head yesterday – something about its cadence, I think and the image of patience on a monument, and just like that, it was out of my head and onto the paper. I hope you like it.
3×4″ watercolor paper
Tim Holtz Distress Stain in Crushed Olive, Peeled Paint, Vintage Photo
Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish. Ovid