I've been promising this for a while but I got lost.
I got lost in the landscape of beautiful art.
I collected watercolor sets, colored pencils, inks, brushes... oh so many brushes. I collected books, classes, essays. I ran after that elusive thing called creativity and... I fell into the bottomless pit of online business, denying all the things that surrounded me already, my sense of self, the things that make me happy, my ultimate inspiration.
It is what it is when you are a drunken ship. Tilt to one side, tilt to another. Sink and emerge.
I've been using the Tarot as a map. To uncover things I do not seem to understand with my brain cells working overtime. I'm trying to tap into something beyond the reach of said brain cells, of cultural references even.
So I'm back at the keyboard and at the notebook. I should have never left. But now my words have pictures and I make them myself.
Coming soon: Recipes for Feeling More. A newsletter or zine of sorts: Letters for the Highly Sensitive Thinkers.