I'm whipping through my art journals. I write or doodle or something nearly every night before I go to sleep. My "new" journal is an old biology text book I found in an op shop:
The book is an introduction to the innards of my heart.
I am loving, loving loving getting bits of text in the book, drawing boxes around them and making use of them in my pages.
Another thing dear to me just now is bike riding:
And of course, making art. I just couldn't resist the exquisite bit of text on this page, "Reveal to us something natural and something beautiful." Who would have thought a biology textbook could be a fount of such poetry?
Another very big part of my heart is dancing. A few times a week I dance for hours and hours and it turns me on like I'm having an affair. The high it gives me is incredible.
I come home trashed and exhausted the next day but full of blissful happiness. Once again, my biology textbook had just the text for me to use, and I glued in a drawing I scribbled on a piece of scrap paper last week, when I was waiting for our show to start at the theatre.
Centre stage in my heart is the love of my life, Paula..