Losing My Marbles ( Just discovered that there are a million font choices available here. Oh, baby!) So . . . What is it like to regress to childhood for a full day? Just play. Zero adulting. Forgetting to eat, drink, and never once leaving my loft studio? Glorious!  Today I played with marbles, acrylic paint, a variety of sub strates, and a litter pan from Dollar Tree (an obsessed artist’s best friend). Papers covered every possible surface in the room, and eventually I ended up with the pan in my lap and very clear signals (repeated accidents) that it was time to stop after 8 hours of play. Now I have 57 papers waiting to be ripped, positioned artfully with peers, and glued into wil d collages. Yahoo!  Put some paint (with a bit of water) in a cup with marbles, swirl around to mix paint and coat marbles, put paper in pan, add marbles, and tilt the pan. Rolling marbles flying everywhere. Escapees fleeing the pan and hiding somewhere in the room. (You’d think they’d leav...

  Drawer of Pens Late night. Dark and foggy. Introspective 🎶. A grid collage lacking something; my least favorite journal entry. A drawer of like-colored Posca markers. Time lost in space.  What once looked like this . . .  Turned into this . . .    Do I know when to stop doodling? Clearly, the answer is no. But, hey, I’m leaving be those last 4 squares and going to bed.