13 September 2011

9″X7″ visual journal

Paint, vintage papers, ink, vintage photos.

I feel as an artist as if I am compelled to create, create, create.  If I don’t I feel lost, grouchy, repressed.  I have a need that must be met and I am never satisfied.  One idea brings another and another.  On and on it goes.  I wake up at night with ideas, thoughts, feelings I must express.  Ideas I must try.  For years I did not make art, I almost feel as if I am making up for lost time.  Lost time…