May 3, 06:09 pm
room to breathe.
whew! i finally figured out how to get my pic here…was starting to stress..anyway, i pulled out my big honkin’ pad of watercolor paper, and as i prepared to pull out a sheet and tear it down to the size i thought i would work on, i stopped. yeah. the BIG pad just felt like home. the big pad, it is. (no idyllic small cafe trips with THIS baby.)
i need to be able to roll around in my journal. stretch. breathe. i need to kick the confines of a suburban sahm life and have a place to feel free. i want my hands to be able to roam across the page without being cut off too soon. give me space.
so here is what happened as i tried to answer the ‘why’ question.
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