I’ve decided I’m not a theme person (couldn’t decide on one), but I do want my baby to have a name. Its name is Different Strokes. Different people do things in different ways that suit them. That’s what we all want, isn’t it? That is what will make these books precious.
Most of my afternoon has disappeared in experimenting with two types of paper, seeing how they respond to different things. I have no idea what either paper is because my Italian is so woeful. The white paper I like hates masking fluid. The cream paper is much more relaxed. But I’ve found a way to avoid the dreaded masking fluid anyway. All this messing around is really putting off the dreaded moment to coming up with my first painting.
So what are the flowers about? When in doubt send flowers, I say.