I forgot I often move into grief and depression after a visit to my brother’s home town. The grief is now only an echo of its former intensity and that in itself disturbs me. The passing of time, forgetting and then remembering he’s gone with a plummeting heart. How can it be two years? It feels sometimes like yesterday and at others like 20 years.
My Journaling Journey
- Studio doings, paintings in progress: 17/4/18 April 17, 2018
- Studio Diary: March/April paintings in progress April 2, 2018
- Studio Doings: Sketches & mark-making Tutorial 9/3/18 March 9, 2018
- What sketching? Wiltshire in March Snow: 2/3/18 March 2, 2018
Ancient Landscape angel animal guides animal medicine archetypal images Art Journaling asemic writing astrology brother Buddha collage Creative Journaling David Whyte dyed tissue paper Dylusions Inks Exploring death and art Gelli plate print Grief hand-made stamps Image transfer inner journeying intuitive painting Liquid Acrylic liquid acrylics loss love Mairin Gilmartin Marie Allen mark-making mini journal Mixed Media Monoprint mythic journeying painting pitt pens poetry raven sorrow Soulwork soulwork standing stones art stencils Stephen Allen symbols Watercolour