I write. Sometimes with a kind of frenesy that I can’t control. I write when I don’t know what else to do anymore. I learned that this is my way of externalizing my feelings. I started way way back in time. Before I touched a paintbrush.
Words are as important to me now than images. When I close my eyes, I see a sea made of both.
Today, while my paintings were drying, I decided to grab my journal and see what I could do with unfinished pages. I decided to find something to create and came up with this (click to enlarge):
The other side of the spread is just ugly, so I am sparing you this sight.
I played with what was already on the page: leftovers ink on a stencil that I popped in there Icantrememberwhenanditdoesnotmatteranyway. Pulled my stash of paper I made when my friend Melissa came last time with her Gelly plate (this is the blue piece), used my 4×6 die from The Crafter’s workshop to cut the rectangle, tucked it on there with beautiful washi tape, found a strip of paper from a previous project that was the perfect size and I thought was a nice contrast, found the page on which I printed the lyrics from Emelie Sandé’s song «Read All About It Part III» that I love so much, tore the part I was feeling was perfect for today,a few splashes of Alcohol ink and I was just done. I love simple.
I needed to get my head elsewhere from where my thoughts were leading me, and art journaling always helped me doing that. But once this spread was done, I was not 100% back on my feet, so I flipped through the pages, found another page that could use a little something something and began writing on the right page…
And this is when it happened… the words started to flow without me controling. I know some of you may think I am nuts, but I wanted to share anyway.
It is not the first time. I can’t tell you what it is exactly. I just know I needed these words, right at that moment, and that me writing in my journal may just have been the moment chosen for me to receive them.
I don’t know if you can really read, so here is the message I received:
«You are right here.
Never lose this faith that
lights your Heart.
No matter how big the hole.
No matter how long “Forever” lasts.
You’ll make it WHOLE and alive.
I’m showing you the way,
but the choice is always YOURS
You are seen.
Shed these tears that
make your heart so heavy.
It’s okay not to be okay.
Now go, show up.
You are seen.
You are seen.
You are seen.»
Maybe you needed it too, this is why I wanted to share 🙂
ooh I love these
love this. I, too, have a deep love for BOTH words and paint… they co-exist in my practice and life. This is beautiful, Nolwenn.
love this! Words and paint – both to me are about finding my voice and speaking from the heart! Thank you for sharing Nolwenn!
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