Today: Get Messy Thursdays | Magic, Week 3

[So… most of this post was thrown together well before yesterday’s tragic events in San Bernardino.  This is not a post about grief or guns.  But those things, rather than paint and sketchbooks, are what I’m actually thinking about today.]

This week was sort of half-baked, creating-wise.  I messed around a lot, threw out or painted over a bunch of art work crap, and sort of followed the prompts for this week’s Get Messy Art Journal program.  

Semi-related: All of my art supplies now live on this cart, which tucks into our front hall closet, when they’re not strewn about our coffee table.  City living at its finest.

Get Messy Thursdays | Magic, Week 3

This was sort of a warm-up for some of the other things I worked on this week, and an attempt to get a bit more comfortable with the journaling aspect of art journaling.  I used my tiny black Moleskine album for a few quick sketches and projects.  I like not having to paint the pages black (something I often end up doing), but the size (3.5 x 5.5) is not super functional.  I like big sketchbooks… and I cannot lie.  Also, I clearly cannot comprehend measurements… because I thought I was ordering this album.

Another quick one.  Nick ordered a burrito from our friendly neighborhood Mexican/Chinese restaurant (every neighborhood needs one… maybe) and I stole the fortune from his cookie.  Does anyone like the actual taste of fortune cookies?  No, right?  Regardless: your special way of doing things is magic.  Or whatever.

File this under “super random.”  But magic.  If it actually happened.

This page is a work in progress, but it’s supposed to be an abstract of the brain’s hemispheres.  Pretend, if you can, that it doesn’t look like a technicolor bowl of worms. I planned to pair it with another quote (about the power of positive thought) from The Secret Garden, but I got distracted.  By what… I can’t remember.  Probably because these days, my actual brain feels as wacky as this one looks.

And speaking of brains, here’s my attempt at mapping my own insides.  I took some liberties with my silhouette (a slightly less pointy nose and three fewer chins than I currently have), but the things floating around in my brain that make me me are pretty accurate.  I think.

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What’s on your mind these days?