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When everything you try to do turns to crap, grab a sketchbook. The salvation of one's sanity. Open to a blank page. Put some color on it. Use something different to apply color. And pile it on. does an image appear within the mass of color? Maybe a high-res satellite photo of perhaps an infra-red nature? Maybe not. I can work on my brush skills while the mass of color dries.

is this visual BABBLE?

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I think i am about to decide that my greatest joy (a.k.a. thrill) from art comes from my sketch books. There is something about the challenge of the blank page. no matter what I do to it I have changed it. it is no longer blank, or without. Null. Void. Empty. Whatever I put there is a creation of mine own hand. Is it a power trip? nine It is a place for ideas to appear as visual manifestations of some cerebral activity. My books are not drawn images only although that is the bulk there off. I also have rubbings such as the rubbing of a Frank Lloyd Wright signature tile. or perhaps a sticker fro a piece of fruit I had for lunch. Sometimes there is verse. or recipes or lyrics. There are the sketches of places and people and things I have seen. And things not seen by any eyes except my mind's eye. Sketches are sometimes developed into well thought out designs or studies for paintings. Sometimes they may illustrate the workings of a grist mill. indeed, my sketchbooks are an extension of me and a chronicle of my life.