Today is one of those magic dates: 11-11-11. I think we get one more of these, next December, and that’s it for my lifetime. Probably yours, too.

This week, I started playing with magazine pages and gesso. I’m not sure what I’m making yet. Some sort of journal thing, if it stays together long enough for me to keep working in it. Since it’s basically ripped up magazines, some gesso, and a little paint, I won’t be too heartbroken if it doesn’t work.

I’m determined that I’ll finish my journal for The Sketchbook Project by Christmas. I have three sets of unworked pages left, plus some lettering and finishing on about half a dozen others. The same folks who organize this project sent out an email this week looking for folks to do another journal project, due in April. I thought about it long and hard, and then passed. I’ve enjoyed working on the one I have, but I think I want to focus on some journal work that stays home before I dive into another project that goes away when it’s finished.