lost in color (continued)

I love the crinkles formed in tissue paper when it gets wet n painty.

and the rivulets of ink, dabbed in a semi-dry state, neatly outlining themselves and marking their dribbly paths
doodles run around inky tidemarks, colors blend and merge the disparate
layers piled high, paper takes on a feathery appearance, ruffled.
Not starting out with a ‘plan’ to how a page will take shape is liberating.
It’s not a piece of art it’s a page in a book.

It’s just for today. I offer no judgement.

Free to let the colors and shapes just happen.

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