If you don't read the text in this post, it may appear to be a "perfect life" post. The photos are from around my studio.
Looks can be deceiving.
These lovely pictures are the surface. And I have a perfect life. You probably do as well.
Most days you start out with a plan, right? You get up all rarin' to go. Drop a glass in the bathroom and step on a shard. Spend the rest of the day limping around and cussin'. Get the jobs done. Keep going. Get a great email or see someone you love. Spill your coffee on your favorite shirt.
Forget to bring the packages you need to put in the post. And then there you are driving home in the middle of a most amazing sunset and somehow you realize that you do have a perfect life. And this is it.
Perfect has to be flawed. Or it wouldn't be perfect. Flaws are part of the wonder of life. So is hard work and problems. If there were not problems to solve, where would the challenge lie? If you hadn't been limping around (and cussin') all day because of that shard of glass in your foot, it wouldn't really be such a treat to stick your feet into a bucket of warm, sudsy water.
This is real life. Don't believe everything you read on blogs and in magazines and what you see on TV.
Books in no particular order because it is fun not knowing what is going to come at you next:
Photos in this post: Art Journals, More Art Journals, Mini art journals, part of my flip book collection, art supplies.