Illustrations

For the past couple of years, I've been journaling in composition notebooks, the ones with black and white marbled covers that cost fifty cents (during back to school sales) or a dollar (the rest of the year). I only write on one side of the page so sometimes I draw or paint or collage on the other side of the page. I don't do this with a lot of intention, I just let The Brain play with images and tell the hands what to do. 

 

Here are some drawing/painting/collages from my current journal:

This is the most recent page, a collage made of origami paper, black and purple metallic magic markers, Inktense paints, colored pencils, handmade paper, etc.

Shipping labels, magic marker, washi tape, stickers, etc.

Watercolors.

Watercolors and a collage of the butterfly wings from a card-making kit my mother gave me. (Thinking about the brain fog that comes with perimenopause/menopause.)

Prismacolor pencils. (Grieving)

Prismacolor pencils.

Collage with markers, fabric, origami paper, etc.

Prismacolor pencils. (Done in early December. I like this one a lot, the bleary eyes.)

Prismacolor pencils.

Prismacolor pencils. (Not finished.)

Watercolors. (Lunch with Judi.)

Etc.

 

I haven't had a period in five or so months--until three days ago.

 

I had physical therapy yesterday, focused on the pelvic floor. I can't tell if I love it or hate it. But the physical therapist is going on maternity leave in May, so I'll stick with it until then. 

 

Yesterday as we were leaving for my appointment, we walked out to a chorus of cranes calling to one another. They're on the move again, which means the hummingbirds will be coming soon. We need to start putting up the feeders soon. 

 

It was still light out after six p.m. yesterday. I texted Kelly to celebrate this. Dave and I were on our way to pick up Vietnamese takeout for dinner. Kelly sent back a photo of the sunset.

 

The moon has been insane recently. Or maybe it's me.