Since I have started to art journal, I am surprised to to go back to my previous art work and find that these were created at the same time but a year apart. It’s how I feel, I’m longing for Fall. From left to right first one is 8/16, second is 8/17, third is 7/27.
When I started painting, a lot of the paintings I were attracted too, were in groups that were related to art journaling. I never got it and I didn’t understand it. At that time, how can you spend so much time on art that gets hidden or that the world doesn’t see. I couldn’t wrap my head around it but loved the art and the artists creating it. My classes began. As I started painting something started happening, something changed inside me. More and more emotions were coming out that I didn’t know were even present. Suddenly I totally understand why art journaling made so many people happy and why so many people were doing it. It wasn’t for anyone else, it’s for the artist. I am so grateful to now know this because I fought it for a long time because (or so I thought) because I always had better things to do. Now it’s one of the most important things I do because I know how much it helps me, and how much I need it.
There are so many things I have learned in the past several years that I could write a book, but one thing is for sure, what I am painting not only represents these changes of where I have come from, it also shows where I am striving to go.