Stopped at a store on the way home from work tonight. Found a book on a sale table. A book of quotes. Pithy, profound things other people said once upon a time, the repeating of which make you sound pithy and profound.

Just what I needed! Because original thoughts are so over rated. I’ll never have to have another one again. Imagine that!

Well, needless to say, I scooped that puppy up before it could grow bookish legs and run away. We were meant to be together.

We spent the better part of the evening getting acquainted. I read words of encouragement. Of inspiration. Birthday greetings. Holiday offerings. Whatever you need for any occasion.

And it sparked my creativity. Yesterday I showed a journal page. The one with the typo. And the scary eyed muse.art journal page 1

An then I showed the unfinished fold over.

page 1 fold over

Said I’d show it again when finished. Didn’t have a clue when that would be because I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do. Until tonight when I found this pithy profundity by e.e.cummings: “It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”

Well that was it! ย Just use the quote and a photo of moi. A baby photo. I could do an image transfer. Then again it was late, I’d been working all day and my back was behaving badly. I decided to do a collage instead.

First thing I did was decide on the photo. Like this deer in the headlights stare. Someone was probably dangling something bright and shiny off camera.

Baby pic

I scanned the original black and white and altered the color to what I thought would work better with the paper. Then I cut. Glued. Painted. Should not have painted the quote, should’ve used a pen or marker. Oh well, it’s a journal. And it’s mine. Who cares, really…

journal page

Here’s what it looks like now.

Oh, and I fixed the typo on the inside page.