journal page 9.7.18
Will I ever grow up, probably not, there is a part of me that loves the creative fun of the October season. The leaves start to change colour, the air in the mornings is fresh and crisp. Makes for a happy me. OK I confess my preference in life is to living happy.
I know of one of you for sure, that is groaning and shaking her head as she sees this post. “it is still September ” she will moan. But giggle and groan, Boooo Whooooo, this is a smile per page.
PL Principle 12 I will get up pleasantly in the morning.
I will never tire of saying, be happy, make that your choice, and the goal you have for every day and night. When I play with my stickers, paints and ideas, I get right into it, it is about me, me little old me, enjoying myself. Let us not forget the stolen hours, checking out thrift shops and crafting places for the materials, It is not about spending, it is about searching out the hidden treasure that will work (maybe) to help in your redesigning of an old book, or putting colour down on a fresh blank canvas.
Norm the door opens, but once in, you are own your own to find a way out..
Lately I have been watching a lot of Chinese Documentaries, learning about China, not the China I grew up with in my imagination. ( I was born in Canada) but historical and social memories, offered up by CGTN.com. To say it has been a learning experience would be an understatement.
Once more I saw the open doorway, showing me the path to the other side, this time I dared to wander closer.
Good evening dear friends
For dessert I played in my studio, starting a new page in my October junk journal. For some unknown reason to me, I enjoy the fun of October. This is my second ‘art’ journal dedicated to the silliness of witches, bats and things that go bump in the night. Non fattening too.
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