never had the luxury of studio time before, (in a historic building with arched ceilings and white washed walls, no less 😍) and today after attending a flea market and strolling through a medici palace, I made my way to school, and ended up sitting quietly in the printmaking studio all alone, finishing the first journal I've
ever bound (a merry disaster).as I didn't
have the inside paper to cover the messy book cloth and cover paper, I decopaged pictures from outdated florentine magazines to use instead. I may not be much of a bookbinder, but I'm
quite adequate at making quirky collages. looking at the front inside cover I knew it needed a wee bit of text, and I was delighted and humored to find and cut out the words 'the
and place them inside the cover. my first book & week of studio classes: a fiasco: also, a little hint of e. m. forster & room with a view humor. // my point is, I'm
always so awfully terrified of making a mess. especially, in public. but i'll
be honest. there's
been several fiascos while I've
been here in florence, and part of why I've
had fiascos is I'm
afraid to look messy in front of people. the Lord is teaching me a whole lot, and I know part of it is letting go of the ragged edges tightly crumpled in my hands, and just letting them be seen.
so if you need the reminder friend: the show often goes wrong. be a fiasco, and never mind the crooked edges.