I found my art journal the other day. It was buried on my work table which is decidedly too small a space for working AND allowing in progress things to dry and/or marinate. A re-design of my space is in progress. :)
Flipping through, I found this spread from May of last year. "You can be who you want to be….and it doesn't have to have a name. It doesn't have to be defined. It is You. At your core, your center, it is You." Hmm. Sage advice I'd given myself, and yet I am still struggling, still trying to construct a definition.
I need to put that torch down. I need to answer "Who Am I?" with "I Am Me."
"Me" is answer enough, though I can always continue developing, evolving, and emerging into my me-ness.
I know that my art journal is a pivotal part of my self-discovery process. In finding it, I feel I found a piece of me. A forgotten piece, literally buried beneath a bunch of "have-to's", projects for others or for purposes other than play.
How completely perfect that it resurrected itself today, on Easter Sunday. :)
Happy Spring! Thank you for visiting!