friday afternoon thoughts

The unfolding of my days now includes this nightly ritual,

no matter what time I have between getting home and going to sleep, at least part of it is spent between the pages of this book. I make the time, eke it out, surprise myself how much page can be covered and how many doodles will flow.

It’s a dumping ground for thoughts and feelings, fragments of information, part formed thoughts. Ends of words that doodle off into a cat’s face. That sort of thing.

(the dictionary pages are back… yes, the same dictionary)

And collaged people. I don’t know who they are or where they came from.

This one emerged from nowhere. I don’t know him either.

Wishing you all a good weekend, dear friends. X

Author: Mixy

artist, thing maker & idea magpie. I am making it all up, one bit at a time. View all posts by Mixy