A while ago I cut a few tiles out of some card mailing envelopes that my second-hand books had arrived in. Today seemed a good day to use one. I like using fine papers, but there is something appealing about using what would otherwise head to the recycling bin too! I like reading new books, those crisp pages, and unbroken spine. But there's appeal in the old yellow ones too - thinking of all those hands they have passed through.
|Muted pleasures - Trio, Huggins and XYP |
- coloured with dry Inktense pencil
While I tangled I thought about some of the things that made me thankful in that moment. These pens I was using to create line and the pencils to add colour. The bones and muscles that facilitated the movement that turned my ideas into something tanglible. The light (as dim as it was on this rainy November day) that lit me as I drew. The square of card that was receiving the ink. The envelope that travelled to me delivering a book I will enjoy reading, gaining pleasurable or education or both. And the tree that grew to eventually form both the book and the envelope and the tile. It's all quite incredible when you start to think of it like that!