Oh my, how I had forgotten my love for old worn out books, the ones that no one wants anymore, hidden away in nooks and crannies.The textures, the smells evoke something deep inside me that a new book or art journal sadly does not.
They`re not first editions and to some nothing special, they have had a rough passage . . . spines broken, pages missing, aged worn but to me they are treasures beckoning me to grab a pencil and start doodling.
As I dream, so she she dreams coming to life through my imagination with joy in my heart at being able to do something I love, expressing myself through art even with an old book . . . one to look back on and treasure one page at a time.
With the help of some water, DecoArt Media Fluid Acrylics, a mechanical pencil and my ever trusty white pen I`m ready to fill this book with my wild whimsical imaginings.
Let the fun begin
Till next time