We’ve just returned from our second trip in three weeks. This time we were in Texas for my folks 60th wedding anniversary. My sister and her family (who came from Minnesota), my brother and his wife, and some friends who’d been in my parents’ lives for almost 40 years were all there to join in the celebration. It was an emotional couple of days during which old stories were re-lived and old connections re-kindled. Laughter and tears and warm hugs were exchanged. And when we arrived back home in California, we were totally and completely exhausted.
I’m not really sure how I decompressed before this unexpected journey brought art into my life. And now, frankly, I’m not sure how I managed. I spent just a few minutes in my studio, petting my new Gelatos and testing them on various surfaces. I said hello to my watercolor crayons and apologized to my Documented Life Project journal (which I have neglected for far too long). Then I sat down at my beloved iMac and made this digital journal page in virtually no time at all. It is so odd because at one time I thought I didn’t have “creativity” and making art was something I feared. Something “other people” do. Now It has become something I must do … I don’t know how to explain it. Just walking into my “studio” fills me with such peace. Who would have thought it?
I don’t usually include photos on my journal pages, but this is a photo of one of my journals – onto which I glued one of my faded anniversary roses. I just love these colors!
Cilenia’s challenge to me was to
- Use stitches
- Use tape
- Use the word “creative”