Well, OK. I don't have a journal page today. I am a very bad person. Nothing creative made. I failed to attain my goal. I am a very, very bad person. Excuse me while I slip into a funk. Failed again.
HAH! Who established such perfectionism? Who set such a high criteria? Who, indeed!
Here is a photo I took yesterday. I was at Trader Joe's and was walking by their flower section and caught out of the corner of my eye...Lilies of the Valley. My all time favorite flower growing up! As a child I used to go out to my grandmother's side yard and inhale the scent of hundreds of Lilies of the Valley that grew under her two maple trees. Every spring they would pop up their little bells and bring a sense of enchantment to a rather plain Kentucky yard. And as a teenager, I would douse myself in the perfume of "Muguet de Bois" by Cote. When I wore it, I would feel a bit of the magic from that early childhood experience. And even yesterday, in the middle of the grocery store, I stuck my nose into the nearest Lily, inhaling the scent and seeing the broad dark green leaves and delicate white bells of my Kentucky childhood. So I brought one home.
Welcome! My Mane Blowing in the Wind is a visual showcase of my art, oriel pendant necklaces, and creative musings. I have danced toward and away from art for the past 28 years. Much of the moving away from was due to what I guess you could call "artistic paralysis": I heard the muse but went internal with it instead of externally expressing it through art. But somehow my art keeps emerging and recently it seems to have taken on a life of its own. This blog is a record of that discovery.