This was a quickie shot through my double-paned patio window, so it wasn’t the best quality to start with. I did some adjusting in Photoshop, then added a layer made from an old negative. (The negative layer was a freebie from a Flickr group, but I cannot for the life of me figure out which one. If I come across it again, I’ll credit it properly.)
Day: January 1, 2008
The End

The End of 2007
collage with Portfolio watersoluble crayon and India ink in composition book
One fringe benefit to writing on crayon is that the ink, which is otherwise permanent, will wipe away pretty well if you make a mistake, as long as you catch it while it’s still wet. A baby wipe works well for this, but I would think a wet napkin or tissue would do the trick, too. (Don’t ask me how I know this!)
Composition Book Journal
I managed to finish up my current composition book journal last night. I don’t normally care if a journal is spread across two years, but since this one was nearly full, I thought it’d be nice to complete it.
These last pages were done with collage and Portfolio watersoluble crayons, using a dip pen and India ink for the writing. Like I said, this is about the only reliable way to write on some surfaces. In fact, at the art museum, one of my jobs was to put accession numbers on objects. For hard surfaces (metal, plastic, ceramic, etc.) we used a base coat of clear acrylic (nail polish will do in a pinch), then wrote the numbers with India ink and a dip pen, let it dry thoroughly, then put a protective top coat of acrylic over it.
In Another Life
So, I was trolling Flickr, like ya’ do, and stumbled across this (the interesting–to me, anyway–photos start on the second page). In college I ended up at quite a few parties with folks on the fringe of the group I hung around with, mostly because I got dragged there (bottle of cheapfuckfightingwine in hand) by Anka. He and I were in the art program together, and worked together at the art museum. There are a couple of photos of Ambrosia and one of Vivian, a few of Rachael, one, I think, of Laura Lane (she’s unidentified, though), and a bunch of names that I remember but can no longer put with faces.


