For a number of years now whenever I travel, I pain in my journals. My journals were, for decades, lined but I began to purchase unlined ones and began to travel with a small watercolor case and a set of waterproof pens and a few brushes. This has brought me a lot of pleasure over many years. I love to sit some place, stare into space, and, when the mood feel right do some small paintings. I don’t really try to make these bigger or try to paint them when I’m home. For whatever reason the paper – blank watercolor paper – frightens me. I don’t really know what I’m doing. That is, I know that I don’t have any technique and don’t ever intend to do more with them than keep them inside my journals. I have begun digitalizing some of these journals, saving the images because these journals are delicate and with time do see to be falling apart. (I did see in Paris a wonderful bookbinder and I’d love to have some of these rebound some day. At any rate it is what I like to do. I only do these when I’m on the road, but they bring me a lot of a pleasure.
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