Found this coverless, foxed old paperback in the 50¢ bin at Bruised Apple Books in Peekskill, NY during our camping trip a few weeks ago. It was clearly a popular volume in its time (319th edition!), its slender chapters sporting titles that encompass all the feels, to use contemporary parlance.
Here are just a few…
Abat-Jour (shade, or reflect)
Ames, Modes, Etc (souls, moods, etc)
Anyway, they’re rather beautiful pages and I’ve decided to use them as drawing surfaces, despite their acidity and fragility, with a notion to take the words as prompts (though I have very little French*). Limitations are good catalysts for creativity— without any, one often suffers a kind of option paralysis. We’ll see where this goes.
* Pardon my translations if they are poor; a combination of Google and context