Content contemplation

Too many art forms.

I’m primarily interested in artist’s books.

I don’t want to make blank books full of pristine white paper that will never be well used.

I’ve taken a book to bed with me at night for comfort.

Sometimes faces appear out of a mess of watercolor patches.

I can have confidence in my lines.

The connection is inescapable. The figure born out of this mess touches my heart.

A series. A book of faces. Captioned? Or with text?

This has nothing to do with stitching. At this point in time anyway.