practicingtheartistway

[practicingtheartistway]

[practicingtheartistway]

ahh,i can breath again…

I am in the process of shedding a very malodorous winter season [ imagine a person exiting a swamp] emotionally i am so thankful its over. so i can start fresh…no, start anew. my inner censor came through to reprimand me for editing while writing. i am still trying to figure out what to write while simultaneously trying to figure out how to write it.

I think i will keep this journal mostly words for now. i don’t want to get weighted down by indecisiveness when it comes to creating again. i feel tender and raw like a baby plant now sprouting out of the soil. I think in pictures and its one of the hardest things to not know how to paint those pictures in other peoples minds. that’s communication is to me and that’s one thing I want to heal is that. authentic communication. i just had a fabulous idea to just allow what’s coming out to come out. i unconsciously have been censoring myself for years because I lived in a totalitarian regime [that what my experience of my childhood was like..no judgment] I want to write but what to write. who am I even talking to …everyone says to not take shit personally with your writing, especially when someone else can’t  understand you or agree with your work. but that’s hard for me because i am my writing. its that suck feeling you get in your chest. that’s why I am undertaking this pilgrimage because I have something to say about my perspective on the world. I am finding myself  and my voice.

[practicingtheartistway]

[practicingtheartistway]

The road to authentic art is through the Self.

pg.,46 Vein of Gold