So. I've cleaned house, so to speak. What now? Here's what I won't do: make any grandiloquent declarations of blogging everyday. It just won't happen ~ not for the long haul so I won't start now only to disappoint myself later. I won't bug people about coming to the blog (refer to note about FB above). You're busy. I'll see you when I see you. I won't teach you something unless it happens by accident. I won't sell you anything ~ even my art. There are other places for that.
What I might do here is share my creativity in whatever form that takes ~ painting, knitting, spinning, cooking, meditations, musings, videography and photography. I might ask you to check something out. You have the option to click or not.
Why bother even going into all this? I don't know. I do know nothing irks me more than ranting declarations on Facebook about leaving Facebook or a whole lot of explanation why a blog is going to take a different course or blog promises of any sort. However, I wanted to write something, some vague explanation, even if only for myself. And so enough of that.
Here is what I made today . . .
Diana app photos created from my phone's photo gallery Andy Warhol style.
Part of this process is a coming home to self, emerging from the on-line courses I signed on for, trying to find my creative feet again. It's an internal dialog.
|Curling edges of the pictures were ripped away.|
|And then I sanded the whole thing with 100 grit sandpaper.|
It's a conversation.
And then I write all over it.