Never underestimate the healing capacity of lists and scribbles. Writing out simple descriptors purges me, makes concrete my struggles and gives me retrospective peace.
Color, form, mark-making convey that mood and remind me of the progress I have made. Hooray for pen, ink, and gesso!
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.