The process of scribbling and scraping paint across a page helps me in a lot of ways.
It helps me remember:
Costa Rica’s a colorful place. We visited there for the first time last fall, and it was an important place for my parents.
When you don’t get to the ocean very often, you don’t get tired of ocean views…unless they’re witnessed from a journey of unending stairs after you’ve made the mistake of cooling off in said ocean and now you’re chafing like you never thought possible. Then you might get tired of ocean views. But how would you know that until you’ve experienced it?
It helps me process emotions, theology and ideas:
Gone
It helps me express empathy and connection across distance:
For my friend, J, who might be aware of the weight of the whole world on her shoulders right now.
And it helps me try new things:
Unusual colors make shading easier for me somehow.
If you want to know why I continue to art journal, these are some of the reasons why. It’s been such a source of release and expression for me, especially in a time of real difficulty. I hope you have an outlet for the questions and contemplations you have.
What are those outlets for you? Are you a runner? Singer? Collector? I’d love to hear about what ways you process the things you’re thinking about or struggling with.
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