Random Soot Epiphany Number One
I just pulled in another box of stuff from the fire from the front porch and saw that it had some of my journals in it. As I was wiping off the soot, trying to see what was salvageable I noticed the edges crumbling. Trying to keep my own spirits up, I had this random thought. We as artists spend all kinds of distressing our work. We wet it and sand it and burn the edges and smudge ink all over it to get the look, and I got it for free from as a Christmas gift from the fire and the overzealous fire department that wet the whole house down for me!
I know, I’m a bit warped, but how else am I supposed to keep wiping this stuff down if I can’t find a little bit of humor in the whole situation?
