I was spending a lazy day, and nursing a very sick kitty, and reminiscing of long ago days, before the internet, when books had to be ordered from a physical, walk-in bookstore. The anticipation of the the phone call that it has arrived, the excitement of opening it...
Some Things I Forgot I Knew
Ooooohhhhhh, I found a treasure trove today! Sketchbooks. Some containing only one or two sketches, others with words and doodles, and some pristine. I can't help but wonder, "Why would I buy yet another sketchbook, when I haven't even filled the previous ones up?"...
A Swan Rediscovered
So, this trip through my book cases is yielding no end of distractions. Today, I rediscovered a commission that was never brought to fruition. Not by my hand, this time. This was long before I had denied myself permission to make art. It began with a...
The Healing of What I Had Tried to Kill
It's time. Far past time, actually. The need to make art is kicking itself out of the coffin that, barely alive, I had sealed it into long ago. By the time I stopped making art, it was a pathetic thing, and dying anyway, this "need". So, how did I come to this place?...
In My Ashes, I Am Forged
It's been too long coming, but it has come. The realization that I feared my art, thus the reason for not creating. There are circumstances beyond my control that contributed to stepping away from the art...and I no longer felt the solace that it had given me in the...