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Sisters of the Soul Journals… Sisters of the Heart


Sisters of the Heart

Some time at the beginning of 2006 I signed up for a “Sisters of the Soul” themed collaborative. For many, many months some of the journals were held up at one place or another, and I finally received Bev Martini’s journal-in-a-box, consisting of a lovely hand-made box containing cut pieces of gesso’ed canvas. This is the last book before mine arrives home, so I will be looking forward to seeing how mine ended up.

A year (or more, in this case) is a long time. As they say… the only constant is change, and so, I’ve decided to revisit some of my most personal issues. I’ve started sketching things out and this is far from finished, but I figured it would be fun to share the progression with you.

This piece is the beginning of my hommage to my sister, Irene. We’ve grown apart over the years, so much so that I feel she is a stranger to me now. But when I was little she was the greatest thing since sliced bread… my protector, my babysitter, my playmate, my most beautiful big sister. I was in awe of her. She was so quiet… my little eyes mistook her silence for calm, when really it was a profound sadness that ran so deep that I can feel it still as I think back. I only wish that she knew how much the love in my little heart longed to heal her sorrow.

Resurfacing…


“Self-Care”
Pencil sketch

I’ve not written in a while. I’ve been busy with… reading the new (and final) Harry Potter book… work… preparing food for the family… taking the kids to the pool… buying kitchen implements and stuff (including some cupcake mixes packaged by Sprinkles and purchasing a yoghourt machine)… I’ll put up some “catch-up” posts this weekend.

Things I’m bummed about lately: missing the San Diego Comic-Con this week… the fact that the recently released Harry Potter book may perhaps be the last… that people at my place of work continue to antagonize me in ways I can’t even begin to explain, but mostly having to do with an incredibly devolved person with control issues… my struggles with being accepting of others (including their patently obvious faults) and accepting the same in myself… deflated about not being in business for myself, and being able to make a living from my writing or my art… which should really be prefaced with a) kicking self in butt for not finishing my college education and b) not having enough self-discipline or self-motivation to figure out how to “get there from here” on my own… and finally… feeling profoundly lonely.