2015 — Halloween
I have to refrain from reading a ton into these two art journal spreads.
After all, it's easy to look back and guess what your subconscious was trying to say, once you know your own subsequent decisions. But that's cheating. What I can say is, after years of feeling burdened almost to oblivion, I spent the Halloween season of 2015 experimenting with not caring.
I chose images randomly, splashed paint, didn't care if it stuck to the opposite page. I scribbled, wrote the lyrics of the song that was stuck in my head, played hide-and-seek with part of the page.
And told the truth.
Some things are very nearly too personal to explain. I died to one life, willingly, without knowing I was heading towards the real one.