San Diego. Don’t remember when. Enjoyed drawing the tunnel perspective in this one.
Three simple words. Not simple to do. I wonder if I truly know who I really am. We are molded by our experiences, the society we live in, the jobs we hold, the roles we play. When you are stripped of all that, do you know who you truly are? And have the courage to be that? Bravely and proudly. No apologies. Just accepting the beautiful unique you that you are… mixed media piece.
Sometimes it is not about me. It is not my fault, nor my responsibility. I have a tendency to take on everything. To think I have to solve every problem, be responsible. If things go wrong, it’s my fault. And often, it is not about me at all. Had to remind myself that I can help but don’t have to feel responsible for everything. I am not super woman. And no one expects me to be.
It is interesting how this page evolved.
Now I am happy…
I love to travel. To explore. To roam. This pandemic has been tough. Some days the feeling of being trapped overwhelms me. And with my family in singapore, the thought of not being able to visit is terrifying to me. Like the butterfly in the cage yearning to spread her wings outside… I will take it a day at a time… mixed media piece.
This was from a journal page done almost 10 years ago when we first moved to Richmond VA. Part of my art room cleaning today. So glad to still have my art journals to look back on… amazing what you can remember just by flipping through. Also interesting to see how my art has evolved… to all my girlfriends out there, you know who you are. Thank you and I love you.
Sometimes you just have to play with inks, colors, doodles, stencils, modeling paste and see where it takes you. Take flight my friends 😘
My obsession with penguins continue…