2016

Every now and again I will pull all my journals down from the shelf and flip through them, reminiscing, gazing, cringing, but sometimes I find myself admiring something I drew and wonder how did I do that? What was I thinking when I drew it ... what was I feeling?  

I have loved drawing and painting since I was very very young and I suppose that is a huge part of my love for paper, but I was always hesitant to share my drawings - despite the compliments - and I am not sure where that feeling (of fear or shame? ) came from.

 But, I have noticed that I am not alone in hiding my drawings. I have seen both of my daughters, who are insanely talented, also have a tendency to hide their drawings and paintings. And while thinking about this, I have come to the conclusion that our 'art' is so deeply personal that sometimes, you just don't want to share that with others.  

Each of these drawings were found in my journals and each has a story to go along with it. Some of the stories are heart wrenching and intimate and will still make me cry. While others are silly and outrageous and make me laugh so hard that I find myself crying different tears. 

I knew I wanted use some of these drawings when I saw them and I didn't think twice about the 'exposure'. I didn't think about what someone might say about the drawings. I just wanted to use them in a new way and  while one or two may have been pulled from a page that was too heavy to even try to explain, they now live on in a brighter, lighter way. 

I pulled quite a few things from those old 2016/2017 journals while doing my boxes  and I really hope that whoever received them has given them a new story - a better one or one equally as funny. 

If you'd like to see some of the others, and the stories behind them, please check back for more blogs/Notes coming soon.

I didn't make many of these packs, but do have just a few available if you would like to purchase one - click here

P.S. the Kokeshi Doll one was a heart breaker, but funny as well... I might do that one next.