It never fails to make me laugh at how intertwined the extraordinary and mundane are.
I was doing the mundane task of sorting through and organizing a long-neglected pile of paperwork when I ran across something that stopped me.
Something extraordinary
Read MoreThese figures are some of the most honest and vulnerable works I’ve created in a while. I’m thankful for every cathartic stitch.
Maybe these stitches are really more like sutures? Holding me together while I heal.
Read MoreMy words are not always pretty
My words are not always saturated in rainbow hues
Tasting of candy-coated sweetness
It’s been a while since I’ve written here.
My last post was near the end of June. My Dad passed away the afternoon of August 11th.
Dad’s heart, that’d given so much to so many in his lifetime, stopped.
Thankfully, his love didn’t.
Read MoreThis is the cycle I’m in.
I shatter.
I gather.
Both are necessary, I think, in this whole living life thing.
Read MoreI often share with people who ask me about art journaling and how I use it, it's okay to make things that aren't "pretty".
I share about layering, painting over pages, showing up to the page with no judgement, and letting go of perfection. I practice all of those things in my own journaling process and wouldn't share them if I didn't believe them.
Lately, I’ve been struggling with that, though.
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