I like to think of myself as pretty well aware of the invitations in my life to use my art for personal transformation.
But that’s not where I was last week when I confessed to a journaling group that I don’t know why I’ve saved my old journals, as it’s too painful to read them, and I don’t want my children or husband to have to deal with them later. I simply couldn’t think what to do with them. “They aren’t like old clothes that can be recycled,” said I.
So I received a Wonderful, mind-opening gift when a new member suggested, among other great ideas, that I could use bits of my destroyed journals in “new, healing, fresh start artwork”.
And that is what I am going to do — I’m calling it my Fresh StARTwork.
- ► 2008 (12)