A New Day
handbound blank journal
mixed media covers
exposed spine, 112 white pages
Finally found a bit of time to bind and post this handbound journal. I had made the panel almost 2 weeks ago that night I got back into the studio. I remember so clearly taking the photo of these trees overlooking the Puget Sound about 7 years ago. My son was just about 2 months old and it was our first foray to Golden Gardens in Seattle and my first outing with camera and baby. I remember feeling so filled with hope and potential that early spring day.
Speaking of Seattle I just finished reading a book set in Seattle called Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple. A friend of mine sent it to me telling me that it reminded her of a conversation we had had where I had said something like if one is creative in any way shape or form and they don’t create, then it ends up eating them alive. A character in the book says in a letter:
“People like you must create. If you don’t create, Bernadette, you will become a menace to society.”
At first I wasn’t so sure about the book, but then it grew up on me and the descriptions of the culture in Seattle made me laugh. But through the comedy of the book, there is a deeper and honest truth to the consequences of denying the creative force. I think. And it can be any outlet- music, painting, cooking, writing, building, sewing, gardening. There just needs to be an outlet. I know for myself when I can’t get in the studio, I end up in the kitchen baking and cooking. I always need to be making something or I get very irritable. ha!
I was recently invited by Crystal Neubauer to write an essay on Redemption on her blog Other People’s Flowers. I was honored and said sure as I can think of all sorts of personal stories of loss, failure, feeling lost, abandoned, etc. etc. etc. and then rising up because we must. We all have those stories, don’t we? It’s what humanity is about. But as I sat to write, I found that I didn’t want to focus on those stories. I wanted to write about my sister who had a very hard life, physically, and how she was a light to so many people in her short life.
Thanks, always, for visiting and reading!