I wish I was as free in life as I feel inside of you, dear Art Journal.
I wish I could live inside of your safety, and be nurtured by your colors, all the time.
If I could, I would live on Pink Paint Scribbles, and sugar it up with strokes of yellow.
I wish all days felt as inviting as your white pages, and at night, that they I had filled them to the brim as I do my journal pages…
People say ĎAre you trying to be abstract?í thinking then that they know what you are doing though, of course, they donít understand what the devil it is all about. They think that abstraction means getting away from reality and it often means precisely the opposite ó that you are getting closer to it, away from a visual interpretation but nearer to an emotional understanding. Henry Moore