acrylic, gouache, encaustic medium on cardboard 5x7
It's been quiet here recently.
For a few weeks in July and August,
I was able to take time off of work,
my purpose was to concentrate on art.
An art sabbatical.
Felt the need to set some rules for myself.
...limit internet (I failed at this one)
I got up early.....very early....crazy early
while it was dark
And began to listen.
It took time to get past the day to day
petty irritations and,
to do lists.
There would be one sentence
that stood out from the others.
I took that sentence and followed that thread.
And kept on writing.
There were days that I sobbed.
I felt paralyzed by the angst,
legs as lead,
the sting of raw emotion.
It was then that I would go into the studio.
and worked on getting those emotions out
onto canvas, paper and board,
with paint, paper, ink, and wax.
The journal had become my most powerful tool.
Weeks later, I still rise crazy early.
The early morning solitude
has now become a routine
as journaling has.
I'm feeling much more connected with myself.
Thank you for visiting!