Some things came together this week. Some blew apart. It’s too early to say whether or not next week’s events will be molded out of the same clay as this week. One can hope not. Returning to working life is shocking on so many levels. I came home and collapsed on the porch, letting my mind unwind right there on the front stoop. Oh happy happy Friday!
I’ve been working without thinking in my visual journal. Playing with some silhouette stencils & masks. Spreading paint around. Making big inky messes. Going back. Making more. Adding writing later.
It’s good to have a spot to deposit the drivel. There is plenty in my head. Reconnoitering, getting back on course, avoiding the pirate ships up ahead. Looking for the ship’s manifest. I know I laid it down somewhere.