At my internship, I made paper from old t-shirts.
I formed the sheets in the workshop and brought them home still damp.
They match my desk. I'm not sure what I'll do with them. Journal pages? Book covers? Collage?
Last night when I couldn't sleep I was googling portable paper beaters at midnight.
And I googled Gordon Sondland's watch which let to some rich attorney flashbacks. Which lead to divorce flashbacks.
Both of these google forays were bad ideas. I don't need a portable paper beater (and I certainly don't need a $50,000 watch) because I have THIS PLACE blocks away and a paper making internship with a papermaker who is a genius. (Cave Paper will be part of an exhibition in 2022 at the MET in NYC called Paper Legacy.)
I feel like an idiot on many days and yet life leads me to amazing people.