Why not make a little collection of detached ideas which come to me from time to time completely molded and to which it would thus be difficult to attach others? Is it absolutely demanded that one produce a book, keeping within all the rules? Montaigne writes by fits and starts. Those are the most interesting works.
Eugene Delacroix, Journal, Tuesday, May 7, 1850
This Thanksgiving holiday has been warm and cozy, and I’m always grateful to come back home and see family again. As the aromas of food cooking filled the house, I relaxed in a chair, reading from the writings of Delacroix, and came across this passage I’m posting. I was so inspired by it that I laid the book aside, pulled an old doorknob and locking system from my bag and began sketching it in my journal. My dad, liking what he saw, went out to his shed and returned with a second door knob. I removed mine and inserted his into the box and attempted a second sketch before dinner time. The time was rewarding, and I enjoyed the feeling of putting something like this on paper.
Thanks for reading, and Happy Thanksgiving.
I make art in order to learn.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.