May 3, 05:46 pm
Springtime of Self.
I created the page without looking at anyone else’s. Now as I go back I’m amazed how many people consider this an opportunity for rebirth and reinvention of themselves or their creativity. I certainly do. I’m 32 weeks in to a high-risk pregnancy, and having spent most of it in bed, I’ve begun to feel a sense of loss of my identity and purpose in the world. Maybe that’s why the page turned out all dark-greens and brown.
I am an avid scrapbooker, but I’ve never made a page about myself, let alone written down my thoughts about this time in my life. No wonder I have no identity, huh? This was scary in a couple of ways: First, it’s about me. Second, I really wanted this to be experimental and, you know, brave and artistic and stuff. I know lines. I can do lines. But DRAWING? Splattering paint? Now that is high-risk. But I did it. I can’t say I’m feeling anything towards it more than slightly embarrassed about sharing something more personal than I’ve ever shared, but there it is. Spring is here. Does this get easier the more often you do it?
This is the whole page. You can see the tag journal I tucked under the canvas picture of myself and my daughter.
This is a closeup of the tag book itself.
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