The left page was intriguing so I drew into the splot of paint. I saw a bird woman. I wiped out the right page with black gesso. I felt stuck.
I gessoed over the right page.
When I did return, it was play that got me over the hump. Without too much thinking I stuck down strips of magazine, a photocopy of an old photo from younger days, and a piece of colour photocopy of an earlier journal page. I cut out more magazine bits to create a new hat and dress for myself.
I knew what I 'should' do. I felt I should complete it as some kind of drawing. But I just didn't want to. It didn't inspire me.
I left the pages for 6 weeks or more before I played with them again.
I brought in pieces of photocopies of my wonderful students' pages. And of the Fool card in the Tarot. A photo of me as a toddler. I wasn't thinking out any of this - maybe I was attracted to images and writing because of colour, I don't know.
I used my new ZIG opaque writer fine tip pen (white) for the fool's sun and mountain peaks. It really blocks stuff out.
Finally the writing. The question is mine. The answer, I don't know where it comes from.