This week's page from one of my sketchbooks has a portrait of a neighbor of mine in collage. It illustrates a story she told me about a cicada she found in her underwear drawer. She had a thing for Jesus Christ and Johnny Cash -- "the two JCs" -- and she called herself Bill.
This week the random journal "page" is actual two spreads from one of my sketchbooks. A bit tongue in cheek, the Upanishads quote of "That is perfect. This is perfect. Perfect comes from perfect. Take perfect from perfect, the remainder is perfect." I do love the quote, but I can't help but enjoy subverting it a bit with the idealized pop-art characters taken from a political flyer.