Hymnal Pages

There are times when I am able to commit to “being an artist” and spend hours at a time up in The Loft (my beloved home studio), surrounded by my tools and inspiration. Lately I’ve found a more portable mode of creating. I collect old hymnals. I just can't pass up the beautiful, tattered song books when I see them at thrift stores. They hold songs of my childhood. They represent my faith, the bedrock of my life that has morphed and grown but still remains. I feel a strong desire to sit with these songs and add something of myself as a sign of reclamation and reorientation. So with black ink, and colored pencils I've been sketching. Art can happen anywhere....lately, its been hymnal pages.