My workspace after 3 days of journaling in Journal 52 and the Documented Life. What a lovely mess.
The gloomy view
Open on the window sill is a blank journal where I was using up excess paint. and on the desk you see my Fauxbonichi journal. Sort of falling off with writing that. The idea of recording my life is becoming a bit of a drag. There are legions of bloggers out there writing and photographing their lives. They have a vision that every minute of life should be documented. It is a bit like the guy who complained that he had 85,000 photos in the cloud and felt he had no time to look at them. Maybe future generations will have so much free time they will read/look at our photos and writings to fill in their days. I think my daily Fauxbonichi journal of "My Life" would make a very successful sleep aid!
Here is my Journal 52 for week 20. I reinterpreted the prompt "Food with a face, what is it saying" as Food Chatter. Several ideas translates into several layers. I started out with the family " meat and 2 veg". originally intended to draw the food but it looked like nothing so bang went that layer. Now I know why, when i asked retirees "what do you do all day" i never got an answer. how can you describe slapping on layers of paint, adding torn paper and pondering over prompts that produce shelves filled with crazy stuff inside binders and books?
Better to leave them thinking something exciting and meaningful for the world is happening.
I think it is cider time.(cider has replaced sherry as the summer drink of my cocktail hour).
Last week i ran into several desks where I was unable to leave a comment. I do not know how to comment on Google + even though i signed up. But there are some posts that the comment box was missing or where my comment went into cyber space. This week if that happens I will try to email the person.