When I began this project (a month ago today) I had no idea how long I’d stick with it. Or how easy/difficult, much fun/much of a slog, it would become.
Or for what reason I wanted to do it.
But I did want to.
So I began.
A Page A Day, the project.
- New A3 sketchbook
- All my paints, pens, inks, dyes, brushes, forks and sticks… if it makes a mark, it can join the game
- This blog. To record and evaluate, to review and assess, keep track in a different medium of unfolding development. Regularly (I thought maybe daily, yeh…)
- A spare 1/2 hour or so each day to fill that day’s page
That’s it, no rules.
Day 1: 16 March 2012. A Friday.
Home from work with the whole evening set aside to arty things, with the possibility to spill out over the weekend.
And wow did it spill! Everyday is painted, collaged, drawn on, doodled on, written on; dripped, splished and splatted on.
There are days that I’m more pleased with the result than others, but isn’t that a metaphor! If I find something really wanting on a page I’ll go back and add it. Using my sketchbook as a work surface (no drips of color go to waste in my world!) means some ‘new’ pages will begin with splishes and spills of color. S’okay.
Today ‘s page looks a lot like a page with inky paper towels stuck to it.