I dedicate this post to my BIG Sister Lisa Wilson 😉 She’ll know why.
I used to be all Black. No White, no Grey, no Colours. Just Black. It was easier to hide, to fit in that way.
And then I flipped.
For some times, I colored my world with plenty of flashy colours. So was my art. So it is still today. It is like I put on canvas and paper what I would like my Universe to look like.
I thought I’ve found myself. But I realized this week that I didn’t. Because all these bright colours are not me more than pure Black alone.
Where am I going ?
Who Am I, deep down the bones ?
I am still exploring. And this is why I love my art journal so much, it is the best tool for me to dig, to find, to discover. Because it is something that really matters to me. Even if I know it is the work of an entire life, I am only 25 and life is still ahead of me (knocking on wood).
I currently need softness. More simplicity. And I got this by doing a page in my art journal. Obviously.