(My book from the side)
Before you read any further, I feel it is my responsibility to issue the following WARNING:
This post contains graphic images of a very messy book and may not be suitable for the faint of heart (or for book lovers who couldn't possibly dream of "cracking a spine").
(my own personal intro)
Inside my head there lives a tyrant who believes that perfection is the only way. My tyrant is aggressive and loud and loves to tell me that I am not good enough and that I would be foolish to share my imperfect creations with the world.
I have struggled for many years to get out from under the overbearing bully... through this book, I hope to overthrow the oppressive dictator that has reigned supreme for so many years.
(Even as I write this intro, the tyrant says, "Why bother? You're a hopeless case.")
I sure hope not!
I started out by opening to a random page and doodling with a ballpoint pen... My "inner tyrant/perfectionist" showed up right on schedule with a rant about how I couldn't possibly show this to anyone because it was "bad".
Well, I ignored my oppressor and shared it with the members of my very adventurous and creative book club. I received lots of support and at the suggestion of our fearless leader, Lisa, I got down and dirty...
(this pic was taken after the mud dried)
By heading for the nearest mud puddle!
It started raining the morning after Lisa suggested I stomp on my book in muddy shoes. So, I jumped out of bed, threw a coat on over my nightgown, put on some boots, and headed outside... Between the bed-head and the bare legs, I was totally rockin' the "crazy flasher" look (my title as the "neighborhood eccentric" is definitely sealed)!
Normally, a snowstorm at the end of April would cause me great distress, but when I heard one was headed our way I saw it as a chance to experiment...
I colored a very quick beach scene with watercolor crayons and pencils, and set it outside as the snow started to fall.
Not much happened to the pages I colored. After the snow melted I discovered that I was simply left with a very wet book... Oh, and the cover fell off.
I did manage to take advantage of it's soggy state by working on an exercise that required wet pages.
But, since it was completely soaked and I couldn't wait for it to dry, I did what any
sensible completely cracked person would do...
I threw it in the dryer!
(45 minutes, medium heat)
After it was dry, I revisited my beach pages and drew on them with my toes (using a Pitt pen).
Ever since I put my book in the dryer it keeps opening to this page... I guess that's what's next!
One of my book club friends said that "it's like therapy", and it really is! If you're interested in making a mess and exorcising some demons, it's not too late to join the fun!