My whole adult life I have kept journals, capturing bits of my life in words and images. I’ve also taught journal writing classes from time to time. Journal writing is a key part of my creative process as a writer and my self-care regime as a human. Journals get some bad press – sometimes seen … Continue reading My ‘great complaining notebooks’…some background on ‘Write to the Centre’ …
…like courage, certainty, a sense of purpose…motivation! I have been on-again/off-again working on a book about keeping journals, featuring my journal pages (the above is an example) for about four years now, possibly even longer. It’s not about ‘art’ it’s about vulnerability, honesty, my heart to your heart, the depth of a daily life….I imagine … Continue reading help me find things
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After a couple of creatively dry years where I have only been writing in my journals and sticking the occasional thing in…I have re-found my zeal for art-journaling. Yup. I make rough-and-ready bad art in my journals. It is so soothing and therapeutic and fun to me. It’s more about process than product. I started … Continue reading shameless 2014: proud maker of bad art
(Because I can no longer buy fabulous coloured Roman Sandals due to the sad closure of the Douglas Sandals factory in Auckland, I buy black ones when I see them about and customise them. These ones I painted with silver glitter nailpolish for that ‘night sky on your feet’ feeling…) A week and a … Continue reading Hullo, you fullas.
I’ve spent so little time in my studio this year that I’ve been jokingly calling it “the cave of forgotten craft”. What with the new day-job and the intensity of the yoga-instructor training I’m doing, plus my general feeling of knackeredness which I’ve written about lately…the time and inclination to make stuff kind of ebbed … Continue reading the creativity muscle
Yay, September! I’m happy to see September, because August has been mean to me. In fact, in the weirdness that is my head – I imagine Sigourney Weaver coming in in a giant robot-suit and saying to August THIS Ha ha! September = official spring (even though the daffodils have been springing up and lambs appearing … Continue reading get away from her, you *****