I started a new art journal in March. Something about just the idea of spring I suppose, or just any excuse for crayons and such...
Just now, at 40, coming to terms with the fact that I just don't journal well with words. I write the words, but they aren't enough. They have to be painted over or covered in gesso and sketched upon.
Here's to figuring something out.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sometimes life conspires to make a girl love her cave...
