Beverly Dalton gave me a really nice journal a couple of years ago, and I really enjoyed working in it. But I’d totally forgotten about its existence – until tonight, that is. While hunting through boxes earlier, I found Bev’s journal (taken apart so I could work on the pages) in a large baggie. How could I have stopped working on it? There is a growing pile of half-done projects on my art table. This one will join the two altered books I’m working on, the paintings, the process journal, and so on, and so on. I’m actually afraid to take a head count because I don’t have a clue how I’ll ever get everything done. 
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Yet Another Journal
Beverly Dalton gave me a really nice journal a couple of years ago, and I really enjoyed working in it. But I’d totally forgotten about its existence – until tonight, that is. While hunting through boxes earlier, I found Bev’s journal (taken apart so I could work on the pages) in a large baggie. How could I have stopped working on it? There is a growing pile of half-done projects on my art table. This one will join the two altered books I’m working on, the paintings, the process journal, and so on, and so on. I’m actually afraid to take a head count because I don’t have a clue how I’ll ever get everything done. 
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