My working desk is cleaned for anything except stuff for my altered book project. Scissors, colours and glue is ready. I read your comments once more......and I don't know where to start.
Though my fingers are iching.
Thanks for the copying idea. My old inherited books, though terrible worn, are too precious to use. I open the file with the old religious music sheets, but even there I decide I can't use the originals. Some are duplicated. My grandparents sang in the same choir. My grandma's sheets are clean, preciously worn, my grandpa has written with a steady hand in black ink a list of concerts, dates and places. It must be where the choir sang.
Family history in every letter. I collect some sheets and photos and will take them to work tomorrow for copying.
Meanwhile I decide I need to practice. I walk through every room in our house searching for a book I can use. This is a hard part. Our house is filled with books, but I don't want to part with them.......untill I realise that this is not about parting, this is about creating, and I find an old paperback with poems and words about poets.
Glueing, embellishing, trying to make old look older, cutting up a birthday card from years ago, choosing baby photos of myself (for copying, I've learned this lesson.....), and a first page in my book of practice is coming alive.
The name of the old song on the music sheet is "Open your heart door".......I pray that my heart door must be a door never locked.
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Photos: playing in my studio last night.
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Thank ALOT for your encouraging and helpful comments. I am really excited about this project during my 50th year.