art journal excerpts
baptism by willow tree | May 2025
couldn’t sleep last night.
wrote this in my notes app at 12:55am:
THIS HUMAN PROJECT IS NUTS!
we never escape our humanness, no matter what age. we spend a lifetime grappling with and understanding our inner worlds, other people and our path. And then no one makes it out alive!!
The spirits know this. That this experiment is not for the faint of heart. Life is a series of heartbreaks. God, I think about this a lot. I feel this every time my love deepens. The more you love, the more prone to loss.
Being here takes courage.
A few weeks ago I bought a new, spiral-bound art journal. I wanted to make a home for the maritime work, the sea story that continues to evolve. It didn’t deserve to be mashed in with other half baked ideas or drawings.
I was planning to go about it the lazy way - just tape the old pages to the new pages and call it a day. But the old pages were beckoning for more consideration.
Then it hit me. I needed to hand sew them on. It was the only thing that made sense. I let the mind whine about what a waste of time this would be and followed my hands.
The fucking glee arrived almost immediately. the feeling of being back online, back in the driver’s seat. Or rather, this little being (me) had scooted across the console into the passenger’s side and something else had taken over.
Thank you for reading.