I embarked on this second week of creating with a high from my first week. I thought I’d use the excuse to create as a means to change up my mantelpiece styling which I did with a mildly pleasing result. I’m sure I’ll come back at it soon but it was a brain scrub of a sort. But then a conversation with my sister had me thinking about mixed media and the craftroom was cooling down (it’s an enclosed porch and very hot in the Summertime) and calling me.
It never ceases to amaze me the child-like capacity to be thrilled with myself for my art work. And this month, I’m finding a thrill in using a long intended to use medium and allowing for it to morph and mix with other mediums through an almost meditational process of repetition. Where the first week it was pastels, this second week finds me now introducing the pastels to the watercolored encyclopedia pages with great success and effect.
This daily arting endeavor is changing me. I knew it would. I just had to commit to allowing for it to change me. I used to use creativity as a thing to torture my inner child with mean “No you can’t go out and play until you eat your broccoli” kinda stuff. And my inner child was kept from her one true love, seeing what she could make. And then being proud of herself. To see my declaration of my September intent, go here. And to see the first week, go here.
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