Embarking on a project like a page a day, without an aim in sight, more a stretch of the journey traveled in a new fashion, has to be done without expectations.
I’ve doodled and made art since before I can remember. Habitually, obsessively, because I love the process, and because (probably like all artists) I have to.
This is a different approach: One book that daily documents my trials and tribulations of the moment in color and shape, tone and imagination. Day in, day out. And then spilling out the results out into the interweb.
Having pondered if the pages might soon look samey, I’m starting to realise the range and variety of imagery that can be created.
By observing small slices of each page on screen, perspective changes. Fresh ideas emerge.
The inspiration from something touched upon days prior can be reignited afresh when a blank page beckons.
And an unexpected bonus is to be blessed by the delightful and encouraging words from folks who join along the way, Big thank you! 😀