Some days I break – thousand pieces of pain and sadness – like today. I know why – the triggers that shattered me into sharp splinters and tears. But it gave a chance for my demons to build a bonfire for a celebratory dance circle with emotions like regret, remorse, negative self-talk. Out on the lawn, sparks flying like fireflies – each a little piece of me. I’ve been rapid cycling with my bipolar, which usually ends in a crash. I crashed.
Back to desolate depression. Runs deep, deep-rooted, not easily weeded nor thinned. Like a garden of thorns, drawing blood and tears.
So not much in the way of self-like and gratitude. Just have nothing to say for tonight. But I posted, and there are some pictures. Landscape might be bleak for ever, or a week – who knows.
Finally have my gargoyle; always wanted one.
My first finished Art Nouveau page – all done in crayon; 24 colours, $1.00. Missing some nice colours, so might go up to 48; I imagine 120 is expensive.
The book and the page; the pages are made to be taken out to colour. The first few pages of the book are colour versions of each page to give you some ideas.