There are stories that stay with you, bits of memories that cling to inspiration and come out at unexpected times.
They can be childhood fables that were told in hurried whispers as you were being tucked into bed, or a movie you caught the tail end of 5 years ago after too many glasses of wine. A story woven into the bars of a song, lyrics too hazy to unweave till you’re in just the right state of mind.
These journal pages, they were put together at around 2 in the morning, the night before a day off, and I couldn’t quite tell you what prompted me to bust out the glue sticks and taper my thoughts down onto paper in this fashion. But i’m tempted to continue this way, at least for a bit, the cliche over caffeinated artist with glue-sticky fingers ripping papers at midnight and scrawling words out out out
Since coming back my schedule has been all out of sorts, and finding time to catch up with letters (not to mentions send out the oodles of postcards I picked up) as well as keep going with all the ideas and projects I have knocking around the brain pan… it can be feel slightly like taking on a bit much.
( About the nutty array of notecards above, these were what I was using to more fully map out the book i’m working on, till my bf finally got tired of me dropping my cards everywhere and got me Scrivener which is an insanely fantastic piece of software that makes tackling the broader strokes of an all encompassing idea that much easier. Also, it means i’m not running around the apartment looking for lost pieces of paper anymore. )
Despite it all though, it’s nice to get the thoughts out. To visualize in real life the images, plots and imaginings that really only had a hold in my mind before. Also, leaves are really relaxing to sketch, just saying.
I don’t usually share the wonders I receive in the mail from my penpals, not because they’re not worth sharing (they always are) but because I feel like it’s akin to exposing ones warm skin to cold water. The letters I receive are usually pretty personal and I would feel odd displaying them on the web, but every so often I get something that literally brings tears of joy to my eyes and I just burn with the desire to share the loveliness, I actually feel slightly selfish that I’m the only one that gets to open something so incredible and bask in the fantastic worlds of a person who I can call not only my penpal, but my friend. And so, when I got this explosion of amazing in the mail yesterday, I spent a good hour just visually devouring everything, and then I sent a horribly rambly message to the sender, my friend Rutger from the Netherlands, telling him how amazeballs he is and if he could please allow me to share his art on my blog. I was granted his gracious permission and so, here it is. He wrote his letter in anglo-saxon runes (and thankfully included translation notes as i’m not quite fluent in them as he is, or you know, at all) and apart from the joy of decrypting his letter, he also sent 6 artworks of his. Mindblowing stuff, just. Really. His mind will never cease to be a source of inspiration for me, and apart from supporting my nutty ways, he is a wonderful dragon lord genius.