A place for play and soul*connection...

I created this art journal spread by the light of the TV last night. Not wanting to turn any more on because of the spiky migraine I've had since Friday.

But I was able to sit on the floor and spread around paint. It was interesting to look at it in the light of day and see the full brilliance of the colors.

And it expresses an idea I've had for awhile...that our art journals aren't the place for precious things. Anything drawn or painted or glued shouldn't be so loved that you are fearful to cover them up and allow the pages to be transformed further. We dive into our journals to explore, to play, to get in touch with out soul*selves.

In fact, the page on the right had a pencil drawing of a girl I really liked, but it had kept me from doing anything further. Maybe working in the low light helped me to get past that and play.

I'll be sketching tonight, and playing more with my handwriting. In the past month, I've been drafted to do two separate projects with my handwriting alone, and it's an avenue I haven't really explored until friends gave me the sweetest compliments & encouragement.

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