This morning I went to the first session of my altered books class. When I first heard about "ruined books" from a colleague at shool, I gasped with horror. Altering sounds less sacrilegious. Yes, given all that they've given me -- education, inspiration, connection, ... -- I consider books to be sacred. So tearing that first page out of a book was ... a stretch.
Funny thing about learning a new skill is reflecting on how I learn best. Taking a class definitely helps. I like being shown the way by someone who's traveled the path I'm just starting and I enjoy bouncing ideas around with others. I need some structure in there too. After making a few stops at the Goodwill store for books to alter and a Scrabble set -- it's all about the lettered tiles -- for $1. (50% off today at all Las Vegas stores), I didn't find the clear plastic make-up bags for holding found objects. I'm definitely cleaning out my jewelry box this week to make use of the 20 year old charms, broken necklaces, single earrings, etc. that I just couldn't bear to throw away. I found some very clear directions, tips, and "prescriptions" for getting started.
Okay, so taking this class is definitely a home run. I get to bring together two of my favorite expressive arts (journaling and collage/treasure-mapping). I get to release some stuff -- altered book artists call it "ephemera," and put it to creative use. I get to remember what it's like to be a student. That always keeps me honest when I'm the one at the front of the room. And, icing on the creative cake, I met some really interesting, creative, evolving and proud of it ... people.