JOURNALS

Wednesday began wrapped in a cloak of fog, a stunningly unexpected yet welcome visitor. It seemed to mirror the misty essence of my chosen grey ink - BYAKUYA by Sailor. Its greenish-purple sheen, discovered after some delightful experimentation, struck a chord with my fondness for foggy scenes and minimalistic landscapes. The grey dots on white paper I plotted this morning; so very delicate, evoking a sense of quiet and introspection I often find in early spring mornings.

Lunchtime found me shifting gears and locales, moving to the cozy confines of the old studio. Fingers thawed, I dove into editing a #Daynotes video. The contrast between the chilly new studio and the welcoming warmth of the old is always striking, yet today it felt particularly pronounced. The warmth seemed to seep into my bones, fostering a creative flow that led me spiritedly into my next task - wrestling with the bold line code.

Ah, the bold line code, my afternoon adversary. It played hard to get, its elusive maths tangling up my brain. Yet, there's a certain charm in the challenge, a reminder that art and code, in their essence, are puzzles waiting to be solved. This puzzle, however, decided to extend our dance into the evening.

The rest of the day unfurled in a rhythm of reflections and realisations. Implementing tracking in my journaling - an endeavour both mundane and profound - has piqued my interest. The idea of capturing life's minutiae alongside the grand tapestry of projects feels like preparing to chart a voyage into unknown waters, with a dash of the excitement of an explorer at the cusp of discovery.

Yet, amidst the fog’s enchantment and the ink's allure, today held a simple joy—a reminder of the beauty found in spontaneity. That foggy detour not only blessed me with a serene spectacle but also set the tone for a day marked by quiet achievements and contemplative progress.

In the quiet of the evening, with the bold line finally capitulating to my will, I felt a sense of accomplishment. It’s a curious thing, how a walk between studio and home, can sometimes unlock the solution that was evading grasp. Perhaps there’s a metaphor in there somewhere about the balance between persistence and letting the mind wander.

Overall, Wednesday carried with it the essence of a slow, chill day. It was a journey through fog and code, ink and video, accompanied by the gentle rhythm of moving between studios. As I sit now, reflecting on the day's journey, I'm reminded of how the juxtaposition of the expected and unexpected weaves the rich tapestry of the creative process. Looking forward to newsletter day tomorrow, I carry with me the gentle optimism of a day well-spent, with tasks accomplished and new ideas whispering on the horizon.