My journal contains a lot of dark, autumnal entries this year. Much of it of course has to do with being in Mexico for Day of the Dead. Some of it has to do with losing my companion of so many years, Hermanito. The 200 pound gorilla; time is passing - the sands are drifting down and the pile on the bottom is bigger than the pile on the top.
I want to be one of those people who glide along and do not dwell on dark subjects. Most artists I find are not like that. We dwell on frickin' everything. We are ponderers and seers and seekers and such.
I am searching for my sea legs. Where did I leave off? What have I forgotten? I've been moving too fast and I am someone who loves moving slowly.
In Mexico I tore announcements off telephone poles for my journal pages. They were block printed or more likely silk screened and very fun; picture me running out at dusk and pinching the posters off to the bewildered stares of the passersby. (I only took posters of events that had already passed. I am not a scofflaw.) ;-D
Anyway, some journal pages for your amusement (note the window above which is cut out - I posted it a week ago). I'm lost in the ozone somewhere above the tree line, looking for that kite string that always leads me back home. So far, still looking.