
Sometimes art paints over my emotions. As if the act of creation purges me and makes my world cleaner. What a relief to bind in books and journals the clutter of my mind.
Sometimes art paints over my emotions. As if the act of creation purges me and makes my world cleaner. What a relief to bind in books and journals the clutter of my mind.
What a relief it was to get Liev back to school! He was a sweetheart getting ready this morning as if he too was relieved the long break was over. Unfortunately, the complaints about his classmate, Maureen, continue, and getting him to eat a respectable dinner was a chore.
Egor spent most of the morning by himself–playing guitar and whooshing the vacuum cleaner around my feet. I surfed and collated my zentangle notebook, noting how I love to collect and sort. Will I use the new zentangle patterns? Maybe. Nevertheless. I am so grateful to all those who share, their patterns, although I have nothing to return.
Well, I can share an art journal. The pressure to fit in for me, for my son, can be overwhelming. Acceptance is the key to self-esteem. Growth as a person is easier when you can focus your energy on changes that matter. Sometimes societal expectations seem arbitrary as if people are a commodity instead of individuals.