Each page in the Red Book (it’s a repurposed commemorative book from the 1976 Montreal Olympics) has something different to react to when I draw.
That’s the core of working in a book that already had a purpose before becoming a substrate for something else. Some pages won’t give much in terms of prompting and others have text and images that might form key aspects of a final drawing.
So far in the Red Book, I have been equally, if differently, sparked by sparse almost blank pages and also those with a dominant image.
“Blank” is relative in this case. Every page in an altered book is blank in this context until it is drawn, painted, or collaged upon. And this type of blank is full.
