It draws me , brown paper, I know not why. Maybe it is the crisp rustle that dies down a delayed whisper or maybe how it feels parched to my fingers. I love how it looks more elegant,when crumpled then straightened. It keeps its creases well, takes me to sights of fallen dunes. Maybe it is the dun color. Or some faraway memory of an aged face beautiful in its set wrinkles. It contrasts with fresh greens, it looks luminous. A brown paper bag that stands straight and folds flat is how mind thinks ‘collapse.’
I love brown paper and brown paper muddiness. A perfect doodle ground, it stands its own among all fancy papers. In its ordinariness it makes wholesome packing paper, dot it with blobs of gold or squiggles in white – I will refuse to look at any other. I love brown paper irrationally. I wonder how I can imagine its chewy-ness. Irrational love, I think. No, I haven’t tasted it. Yet.
Have you discovered paint pens yet? I can’t find them here but a common correction pen is a wonderful doodle tool!!
If like me, you collect swatches of all pretty paper things, then decoupage on brown paper to spice up an old journal!
I like stars more, spread far away. Irrationally.