I'm back from a few days away
and looking forward to getting my work done so i can get back
to some serious painting and journaling and blogging again. :-)
My weekend was not as relaxing as i was planning it would be, but still...
family time, book shopping, an outdoor concert, swimming...
So all in all, it was good for the soul.
A few years back, a good friend of mine gave me this journal book.
Actually, I feel like a teeny bopper when i say this,
but she's my best friend... * hallo Lucille!!*
I wrote in a few of the pages, and then put the book aside.
As weeks passed (and months)... and i forgot about it!
I actually forgot that i had it.
So now I have this beautiful, almost empty little journal
with quotes on every page to prompt me to CREATE every day. :-)
Feels like Christmas to me.
The pages are thicker than regular paper, so it holds paint quite well.
So i'll be playing in this little journal for a while...
I've been thinking about this idea for a while now...
We all have that big ass dream in life, right?
We all have that ONE thing we wish we could do,
but somehow never find the time,
the *fill in the blank*
For me, it's writing a book.
I know, everyone and their dog has written a book these days it seems,
but still - it's one of my dreams.
ONE of my dreams. ;-)
I've met some pretty damn interesting people in my life,
and they've all taught me something, one way or another.
The girl above and her story are true.
The kind of book i'd love to write
is an illustrated book, with little tidbits of writing and painting
on each page.
Kinda like this one, only more well thought out. :-)
I did this last night as a sample on a small postcard size,
just to get a feel for what it could look like.
Whenever i write anything,
I always wonder whether others will find it interesting or not,
because it's about my life and those i've crossed paths with...
But then i remind myself of the books i've read,
and how i've loved so many that had nothing to do with me.
That's what it's about, isn't it?
They remind me of how connected we all are,
regardless of where we live in the world.
How universal so many things are...