Context is everything

Edit: – I had meant to post this post before the previous post, not after it. D’oh! I think typing the final sentence triggered unconcious mis-postings!

last sunday I arrived home after a weekend away. Spangled from another 6 hour car journey as a passenger. Brain troubled and ringing from uncomfortable emotions. Looking back at the page from Sunday I can see this reflected.

I’m someone who needs to spend a proportion of my time alone each day, and after 3 days of perpetual company I feel … well, odd. Out of place with myself. To me, that’s how this page looks amongst the rest of the book.

(Part of me wanted to leave out this page and skip straight on to Monday. But life doesn’t work that way, and neither does my project 😉 )

moments like these

Yesterday I had to go to the art store. They had some end of line acrylics on sale. It would have been churlish not to help them clear this stock, so I came home with more stuff than I bargained for. But hey!

This is Sunday’s page, I just had to revisit it last night to add these spots of Indian Yellow, and I had to photograph them before they inevitably get squished under the weight of future pages! 🙂 I’ll show you the rest of this page later. It’s one of my faves so far 😀

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