Recently in fact, over the past several days to be exact. Awareness just raps upon your door and says, “Hey you, remember me?” Why is it that everyone around you sees “awareness” coming way before you do? When you finally determine this little tid-bit late in the game, it’s not really all that surprising. After everything, I’m still surviving but, it is time to find focus or, get “my groove back”.
I always look for purpose in my work, of late, my intention has been abstracted. I like to think I am the type of person who leans on the side of the positive while navigating the network of challenges however, there are those times when it is so much easier to just dig a hole and put your head in the sand. What comes next is someone you LOVE kindly asking you to breathe. There is no breathing with your head in the sand and mine has been in the sand for some time now. So I’ve come up for air, breathing in and out all day.
I’m ready to fall in LOVE with myself for the hundredth time and watch my work color outside of the lines all over again. In my new blog, The Color of LOVE I wish to share with followers of the everyday notions that relay in an artists life. I have always been one who consistently bites off more than I can chew; and for the record, yes, I am the oldest of three. Here’s the heart of the matter, I will promise to transcribe from the hand-written word the best collection of my circumstances. Hopefully, the follower may become somewhat amused and I will get to know myself a whole lot better.
Method writings: From my written daily journals, from of the front of the notebook I write in real time, mainly about things that emotional move me and sometime stop me. Which will be found here in The Color of LOVE blog. From the back of the notebook, I transcribe the wanderings of Ruby until Carrie and Ruby meet in the middle.