In the past few months (okay… maybe couple years), I have been less present in my Studio. I explained why in this blogpost, if you are curious. But making art has always been something I have needed…
In our previous home, I used to be in my Teal Studio every Saturday and Sunday morning, pretty early. I am a morning person and love this time alone. It was my own Church. My moment to dive into my creative self to do whatever I was feeling like doing, because I could.
But since we moved across the country in the summer of 2016, doing it feels like an indulgence. Something rare that I cherish when it does happen.
I am in Mindy Lacefield‘s newest classes, and this morning I painted along one of her lesson from Blurred Edges. It feels like coming back to my roots: texture, gesso, ink sprays, scribbles, mess.
I have met Mindy twice so far but know in my bones that she is a Soul that my own recognized. I love her deeply.
Letting a face emerge from the chaos.
Every single painting and art journaling page goes through an ugly stage. All of them. And this is because I learned not to get too attached but to love the process that I know it is only temporary.
Chaos is necessary, this is where clarity comes from. Where the stories linger before emerging to the surface.
A few more pictures from this morning art journaling session: