So, it’s official. I’m done with Wreck This Journal. For now, at least.
And I won’t be around next Friday for the FINAL POST (I’ll be cavorting with 40 InterPlayers at a retreat on the beaches of North Carolina, poor me).
So, in honor of our time together, here are some final pics of wreckage:
The paperclips make this page delightfully heavy. I love the “clicking” sound when the pages fall together.
Doodle, doodle, I love how relaxed-yet-focused I feel when I doodle.
My roommate Kelly warned me against posting the video of me creating this page. Evidently, the marker in my mouth was (ahem!) a tad suggestive.
The 3-D spirals were so fun & boingy. Too bad that closing the book squished them.
Blackberry thorns stuck to the page.
Scrub, scrub, scrubadub dub.
Listening to me tell a story, my friend Beandrea captured words in my journal. I wonder what my story was about?
Circles. Enough said.
What a walk down memory lane. This burning and grounds-flinging occurred at the very beginning of the Wreck This Journal experience.
Dunking the book in water got rid of all my beautiful flower stains. This had been my favorite page. Sigh. Letting go…
Did you know that water dissolves glue? All the words to my poem fell out after I dunked the book in water. It would have been a lesson in letting go, except that I captured the poem on video.
Ahhhh, what an experience. I’m so grateful for the community of creative wreckers with whom I’ve spent the summer! I’ve learned so much about perfectionism, destruction, creativity, support, courage, and abandon. Can’t wait to hear what Jamie’s going to have us read for our next book club.