It was strangely satisfying today to finish printing up the dummy for the kid's book I've been working on for a while.
I guess the years spent putting together video projects left me with an appetite for stringing together stories in a linear format. That, dovetailing with my need to paint again, makes it feel like a return to something I've been doing for decades.
Kid's books are one of the last places where handcrafted images can find a life these days. Even if they are intrinsically based in reproduction - pictures of pictures. Something about the care painters invest in their painted images relates to the investment parents make in voicing stories to their children at bedtime.
Now I am reminded that when you get to the end of a process for the first time you realize that you are really just arriving at the beginning of understanding that form, and what it requires to be anything like what is should be. So I will take the strange satisfaction of arriving at yet another beginning today. It's a nice, rare feeling.