Draw what you see.

I love to paint, draw, quilt sew, whatever. I keep an artist journal. I hope that some page will ask to be made as a larger piece of art. I hope the page will inspire something, a stamp, a stencil, a piece of wall art. But I don't let that hold me back or stymie me.

Some pages are evaluations of my world and experience, and this photograph is one of those. I took my journal into the only room with a mirror, the bathroom, and started drawing my bald, bad-ass self. Last night, or the night before, David and I shaved my head bald. I had stubble, but it was looking spare. For as much as I have been being proactive about my hair, I figured it was time to jump.

And what better way to connect with self than to draw and or paint what I see?

BUT, you know what? I can't show you that page. Why? I have alluded to this without saying it. But I got the go ahead to say, I am writing a book about journaling. And I hope that page will make the cut! So now, I can verbalize, I will still need to be cagey and obtuse about particulars. But like the header of the blog (yummy right?), is part of the artwork for the book. I can give sneaky peeks. Just not full on photos.

How is that for hot stuff?

Now go listen to Elizabeth Gilbert talk about coaxing the muse.