Long before scrapbooking became an industry with it's own unintelligible vocabulary, I'd get to sticking stuff into my sketchbook...generally for "later" use, or a half-baked idea. There are pages of rage. Boredom. Doodles. Pretty flowers.
A few years ago, I thought I'd keep all my travel stuff in one place; and it kind of took over the basement. That, and the music stuff. Oh, and the photographs that made it beyond snapshot category. Oh yeah, and all those little clay bits and pieces. Lately, I've felt like sewing.
If something hasn't gone up here for a while, come visit Little Black Sketchbook (the new home of art leftovers).
"For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication." Friedrich Nietzsche
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