We’re months out from my cataract surgeries. At last month’s eye doctor visit we learned more. I’ll write a detailed post about what’s going on soon.
I won’t kid you, it has been a frustrating time. Not a day has gone by since January 30 (when they pulled off the first eye patch) when I didn’t think “What am I going to do now?”
Drawing like I had been wasn’t an option.
I don’t have the knees to go back to tracking with dogs. Let me rephrase that—I want to keep the knees that I have!!!! And if I go back to tracking with dogs my knees aren’t going to last long. Besides, I have too high a fall rate these days!
I think I might be onto something with these two page spreads.
Now we just need to find a house that has a large kitchen where I can spread out my pans and cake layers.
These page spreads come from a Hahnemühle Travel Journal. These are thick sketchbooks with drawing paper—I insist on painting in them and doing ink wash. Use the blog’s search engine to find more page spreads from these journals. (I was originally told by Hahnemühle that this book was the Hahnemühle Travel Book; so you’ll find other posts about it under those key words.)
Note: this is not the Hahnemühle Travel Booklet—which is a soft-covered pamphlet. Some vendors call this hardcover book the Hahnemühle Travel Journal. You can go to this page on the company’s website. As the photos change from the pencil to a view of the books you’ll see the hardcover books.
These open-flat books are 5-5/16 x 8-1/8 inches and look like a Moleskine on steroids (because these are so thick).
Unlike Moleskine paper this paper doesn’t have a chemical odor. Of course it is also an absorbent paper if you’re not careful—but hey do I care?
I can tell you that these books saved my life this year.
I am not exaggerating.
At a time when things seemed grim this toothy paper welcomed me to make a mess (or not depending on the quality of my vision on a given day).
What resulted is three volumes (I would start another one today, but I have too many journals going right now and you know how I am at the end of the year with pages—more on this in a separate post) filled from January 1 through February 6; March 31 through June 9 (because I missed working in them I had to start another while working in other books); and September 9 to October 12 (again, I missed the paper). When you look at them, if you knew me in my late teens and twenties you would realize they resemble my college journals.
Throwbacks, at a time when the future seems very fuzzy, are incredibly comforting.
I’m going to get back to getting into trouble again. More trouble than before—because now the drawing isn’t keeping me on course.
But I also know I’m going to have one of these going pretty much all the time—to catch the spillover of my mind.
Maybe you need to take one for a spin. I get mine at Wet Paint in St. Paul.