I’ve been staring at the typewriter my friend gave me the other day. Isn't she pretty?
I’ve wanted one for so long! I purchased some new black ribbon and am awaiting its arrival.
But it’s been difficult getting into the writing frame of mind this week. Stress makes you tired! I started a few different pieces, but they came out sounding flat. Besides writing a few lines in my journal, I haven’t felt the inclination towards anything creative.
It’s been easier to consume, watch sappy shows and mentally check out. C’est la vie.
I want to open a journal museum. So when people die, their journals can be preserved, loved, and read by anyone who wishes to peruse the written accounts of ordinary days by ordinary people.
I’ve been doing a postcard exchange with someone I met online, who’s turned out to become a good friend! Love when that happens. Isn’t this ink drawing wonderful? She’s so talented. (It’s the Sandman! Really love that show).
How fun is it to get actual mail with tiny updates scrawled on the back? Do letter carriers read these little snippets?
Maybe that’s part of the fun of making zines, and writing postcards…there’s always a little something to look forward to when checking your mailbox. 📮
I'm an artist, diarist, and writer from Toronto, ON.
This is my personal blog, where I share my art process and things I'm thinking about. My posts are mostly short-form and meant to be a catch-all container for ideas and preserving fragments of ordinary moments.
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