Art wouldn't, for me, work as a diay. A year from now I probably won't know that on day 20 I had a migraine. Art becomes a sort of slow-cooked meditation for me. I lose myself when I'm painting and, when I review a week's worth of paintings, I can accept them without judging. That's a good process for someone like me who often mistakenly pushes against what is.
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Don't we all do that? Push against what is, That just may be the story of my life.
ReplyDeleteNicole
I think so, but you'd be amazed at how often I think I'm uniquely flawed.
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