Demanding Art

Some things just must be made.  You don’t really have a choice.  Unlike other pieces that you labor over and bemoan their lack of direction, sometimes a completely unexpected piece demands your attention and won’t let go.  And sometimes everything falls right into place for it, too.  That’s what happened with my Brevity Journal.  From the moment the tattered antique rug arrived in my studio from a flea market outing, I knew what it needed to become.

Words have weight. They occupy and define a space. And from the moment I set eyes on the tattered antique rug, I saw this little section and knew exactly what needed to be made of it.
I wanted to make a journal that has seen a thousand travels and is still held dear. A journal that Rumi may have carried...
A place for your words to live.

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