2015 — Later in the Year
And another year came to a close, one that saw more changes than any other in my life — except the following year. I knew I was in a good place. I felt ready for whatever the fuck it was. And I was ready...barely.
This was the last art journal spread I created in 2015, and the last page of any steady series of pages, until this year. At the time, my fiction writing had burst back into motion, after four years of heartbreaking writer's block, and it became my creative outlet for the next half-decade.
But I love these two spreads, because there is a gratitude to them. I knew even then that things had become so much better, and I was finally conscious of the role creativity had played in hanging in there and making the necessary changes to my life.
That realization hasn't left me yet. I doubt it ever will.