I meant to finish making a book today but the light has returned and I want to go outside and play. But my newly blue hair is staining my pillowcase.
My heart loves the prussian blue imprinted on the white pillow. It reminds me of the cyanotypes I make in the river. But my bluehead tells me a blue pillowcase is needed.
Some days I make nothing, but still ideas are created out of ether and sometimes they are formed into something real, sometimes they stay just ideas. I think the art is still happening on those kinds of days.
Anyway, I ended up making a blue pillowcase AND the book still got made.