Laura

This week's spread from one of my journals.

When you asked me how I've been. I lied. I said I was fine, but it's not really true.

Another random spread from one of my many sketchbooks.

I was raised on Polaroid and I always and forever love the whirr of the motor, the image shooting out, and developing immediately. Well in a minute or so. Another week, another spread from my sketchbooks.

Another random page from one of my sketchbooks.

For the second week in a row, here's another, rare for me, true dada poem from one of my sketchbooks. The full poem is below.

This week's spread from one of my journals was created in true dada style; the only intervention to fit the space completely.

Another random spread from one of my sketchbooks.

This week's random journal page from one of my many sketchbooks The text is attributed to "Prison Graffito" and says "Even the sun, with all its warmth, is marvelously detached."

This week's random page from one of my many sketchbooks is dominated by things that cut. Scissors are an integral part of my artistic practice, so I was attracted to some magazine review of these various cutting tools.