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…