Too many art forms.
I’m primarily interested in artist’s books.
I don’t want to make blank books full of pristine white paper that will never be well used.
I’ve taken a book to bed with me at night for comfort.
Sometimes faces appear out of a mess of watercolor patches.
I can have confidence in my lines.
The connection is inescapable. The figure born out of this mess touches my heart.
A series. A book of faces. Captioned? Or with text?
This has nothing to do with stitching. At this point in time anyway.