Pip continues his walk toward his childhood home to see Joe and reconnect (romantically) with Biddy. He expects to hear Joe’s hammer clinking and clanking in his shop, but hears nothing. There are sweet green lime trees and chestnut trees with leaves rustling in the breeze. But no hammer sounds. As he approaches he sees that the forge is all shut up. That’s unusual. Biddy and Joe spot Pip approaching and run to greet him. They weep and embrace. Pip has not been back in a very long time. Biddy looks fresh and pleasant. She says, “It’s my wedding day” and “I am married to Joe!” What?! (I guess I did see that coming. But Pip did not.) He must have fainted because he woke up with his head on the table in the house. They are both overjoyed to see him. So delighted and proud. His coming on this very day, their wedding day, was a grand surprise. Back in London when Joe was nursing him back to health, Pip had almost told Joe about his plans with Biddy. Thank goodness he had not! That would have been very awkward for them all.
I’ve been working more on art journaling. So here is an entry in one of my on-going books. This illustration is based on a tutorial in Staci Swider’s Acrylic Expressions book. https://www.amazon.com/Acrylic-Expressions-Painting-Authentic-Vocabulary/dp/1440344485/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1476899701&sr=1-1&keywords=mixed+media+painting+swider
Fun book with great ideas! Acrylic paint and an old book page. Only FIVE pages to go!
Pip describes Mr Pumblechook as a windy donkey. He can’t believe Mr P has the gall to speak to him this way! They argue some more about whether Mr P was a benefactor of Pip’s or not. Mr P leaves angrily, telling the Blue Boar staff that they are free to tell the whole town of Pip’s ungratefulness. As Pip heads home to see Joe and Biddy he passes by Mr P’s shop in town. Mr P and other townsfolk gathered around give Pip the stink-eye. He doesn’t care. Joe and Biddy will understand. He feels “a sense of increasing relief” as he draws nearer to them, leaving arrogance and untruthfulness behind him. (I think he’s referring to Mr P and not his own arrogance and lies.) It’s June, the sky is blue and larks soar over the green corn. Pip notices the beauty of the countryside. It’s been a long time since he’s walked this path. He passes Biddy’s schoolhouse hoping to see her there. But it’s all closed up. He continues his walk.
I’ve been doing some art journaling. Was having trouble getting into it. I’m not a writer! I don’t “journal”. But I’ve kept at it, working on three recycled (upcycled) old books at once. I keep telling myself that it’s just a sketchbook. I can write if I want to, but it’s not necessary. I am enjoying it. The pressure of doing something good on a big, blank, white (expensive) canvas is off! So it is freeing to work this way. I hope I can keep it up! This page is from one of those art journals. It’s on the inside cover of a discarded hard bound book. More to come!