I am just working in my handmade book. It’s so relaxing…slinging paint. I do think I have too many signatures in it. Also, I have updated my art journal page with some of my new pages.
Learning
I should title this learning to breathe because it feels like it is a season of that. I wake up feeling so jumbled and tired sometimes and the only thing that works is loosening my shoulders and inhabiting my breath. There are days I feel ashamed of my lack of progress but I have to remind myself I am not […]
on remembering
it’s not always about the stuff you think is worth remembering. Sometimes it’s about the stuff you wish you could forget. Give it language until you’ve written it into history—and give it the chance to sting as it caterwauls out of you. Sing a new song out of yourself. Write the lyrics—they tear down walls between darkness and your new […]
the week in art artjournals
some paper media used— anthropology catalog art journal magazine crwn magazine Sabrina ward Harrison book Jane Davenport book 365 prayers, meditations and dedications from around the world
the Potomac, again
the sun returned. a trip to the Potomac was due. such a beautiful place to make new memories. and pick up some much needed inspiration. recently enjoyed a little book of Japanese contentments
in love
I crave words but not my own. I want to make beautiful things but I don’t know what that means I got a “star is born” soundtrack on actual cd… there are songs on there that break my heart I like holding music in my hands my tea this morning steeped too long and the honey couldn’t save it green […]
tiny happy: keep the faith and do the good
this week has been about trying to keep it simple and self-care. I made some really bad broth and read a lot of pride and prejudice fan fiction…put out a few or lot of disagreements between the littles…voted…made a few hot toddies and tried to keep my head about me with all the crazy news. keep the faith and do […]
someplace in between
“And that visibility which makes us most vulnerable is that which also is the source of our greatest strength. Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak. We can sit in our corners mute forever while our sisters and our selves are wasted, while our children are distorted and destroyed, while our […]