I’m blown away when I think back on how long I’ve been creative and creating, in part because of the simple fact that I’m just so much older, even if I don’t always realize it. I have memory flashes of writing stories in a black and white composition notebook (an image I’ve conjured many times…
art journal
are you a good witch or a bad witch?
I did the thing. You know, the thing where you get excited about an idea, so you buy supplies to put that idea into action, and then just…don’t. You get busy and forget, or you move onto something else, or you suddenly can’t bring yourself to do it because other people are doing it better…
onward + embracing what might be a futile effort.
I saw a post–an Instagram story–earlier today that sparked a feeling of unfamiliarity in myself as I was, of all things, brushing my teeth. It was a pair of people in a park working on zines together, and I found myself wondering where that part of me went over the past few years. I’ve tried…
scenes from my art journal.
Mixed media art journaling has become a major part of my life and routine over the past couple of months. I look forward to sitting down at my craft desk at the end of a few days throughout the week and making an absolute mess. A few months ago I managed to get two Jane…