June 12 2009
I have been wrecking my journal and enjoying it and squirming while doing some of the things I have to do. I am not used to doing 'silly' things. I was in the coffee shop drinking my latte when I thought "this would be a good time to put coffee on the page". I sat there trying to figure out how I could spit some coffee on the page. I was near the end of it when I held the book up and spit on the page, hoping no one - including the man sitting right beside me - wouldn't notice. It didn't do much so I held the book up in front of my face again and spit again. I closed the book and then realized that the coffee was leaking out the ends and dripping on my light beige pants. Furtive looks around while I got up to get a napkin!!! When I got to the end of my drink I poured a little on the page and closed it again, coffee dripping out again but this time I was prepared. I don't know if anyone saw me but I was feeling a little daft but also chuckling to myself.
Tonight I decided to burn the page. I held it over the sink and lit the edge of it and blew it out then brushed it with my hand. When I had the edge burned, I thought it would be creative to burn a hole in the middle of the page. It held the match under it and all of a sudden it blazed up and there was quite a fire burning, I blew and nothing happened. Fortunately I had a wet cloth handy and managed to put it out. This is really a weird experience.
The other two pages are ones I did in the coffee shop.
I painted all afternoon but haven't finished the picture yet, will probably finish tomorrow so will post it then.