lots of art journaling flying around these days. everywhere i look there is a new retreat, a new online group, a new artist sharing creative prompts. i enjoy it and i take it all in...and i wrote a little poem about what my creativity means to me.this surface is a 12x12 page from a blank board book. i manipulated and enlarged this photo i took of myself, and transferred it with tap paper to my page.
my art gives me identity
and purpose
and a blissful lack
of focus.
i only recently realized
that i need it
like i need air & water
i force myself to create something
every day...anything...
even when i'm feeling uninspired,
even when i don't have time.
my art is just the way
my thoughts & visions
bleed from my hands.
it feels natural.
it feels good.
art is me...
only better.