i love you, little blank black books. i do. I have gleaned the world's most potent of inspiration potions from you, and for this, i thank you.
in the midst of my wild move and setting up of my new artspace, i came upon my moleskine booty! there are so many of them, each with little morsels of creativity nestled in the cracks between the pages.
this page could have been made yesterday, but in fact it's three years old. again, i am amazed that i am still working these artistic theorems out in my head. coming back to these little circles and square images aligned in some linear pattern.
i have finally had enough sleep. i feel capable of taking on these visual mysteries again. i have also found a few artsy things that do not belong to me (clippings that mean something to someone, i am sure). i must spread the wealth. what if this were your spark?
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