My life and my art are my journey. My journey has had bumps and turns, ups and downs and I've learned about myself each step of the way.
Today I realized that sometimes my attitude toward the messenger gets in the way of the message. My experiences color how I see things. I'm not always the most positive person I know. Sometimes I'd rather be by myself than put up with other people's bull.
This is my first journal page in over a week. That is unusual for me. I've missed it. The act of creating, the paint, the glue, the paper ground me in a way nothing has in a long time. As I lost myself in this page I had no clue I was so introspective. The words on this page snuck up on me. They mean a lot to me but I didn't see it because of the messenger that delivered them. It was only after they were covered in paint and torn out of the message that I realized they were so important to me.
This page was made with leftover pieces of a map of Tennessee and a Tim Holtz die.