The place between sleep and awake

Whenever I make something that is described as “beautiful” I have to silence the voice in my head that tells me that I’m doing this wrong. Maybe there is too much beauty in the world for us to suppress it, or maybe there’s too much of it inside of me that it can’t be contained. Wanted it to look like an old book plate and it kind of does. Ink, vintage magazine pages, comic book cutouts, markers, spray paint, stencils, gel pens.