Lovely, slow morning.
Painting, making the pages is
my breathing, my meditation and pondering.
It is joyful and relaxing to paint.
Slowly also my thoughts find their focus.
I want to write down meaningful words.
They tend to be the same:
let it be,
this is ok.
Picture of the page in its first stage.
Self carved stamps.
I don´t want to use paints and decoration wastefully,
as if I would have endless access to new materials.
I want to respect what I have,
even as I lavishly play with my colors and papers.
I adore colors and surfaces that Constance Rose creates.