I haven’t posted for a while, been happily distracted (or so I thought) with creating in the garden, structures and plantings; in the greenhouse, all those tiny necessary birthings. But I came to a full stop the other day when a soft, grey blanket of despair enveloped me. So familiar. I stopped still and listened. A small insistent voice within saying ‘Too much Doing, not enough Being’. Looking through my paintings I found this which seemed to both summon me and stop me dead in my tracks. Where to now? Flurries of fear, what if I can’t begin again? What if I’ve lost my motivation? I have to walk through this gateway, I have to trust.
My Journaling Journey
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