Tuesday, 9 December 2014
The other night I had to get out of bed and journal. I don't think it has ever happened to me quite this way before. As I was lying there, frustrated and restless, a page grew in my head. As I thought about my feelings, the page grew before my eyes. I had to get out of bed and make it come to life.
I take heart from the yellow spilling out through the gaps in the 'containment'.
This is completely unlike my usual process. Usually I potter about with colour and pattern and see where it leads. This page almost made itself and only took about fifteen minutes. Once it was out and on to the paper, I was able to go back to bed and to sleep. The thought-spilling helped!
A few days after the page at the top, this one emerged. The thought kept going round in my head. Where there is no flexibility, the walls have to be smashed to start again.
The thing that struck me was that the crack I made on the page was in white, not black as it would be in reality, even though I had only half an hour before been looking at photos that were of things with cracks in them. I think that subconsciously I am hoping that when the walls are smashed, the light will come through.