a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things

  • finally braving my studio

    Sitting in my studio has been a struggle
    It’s a wreck
    I am too overwhelmed to try and organize it
    But I need to create. Tonight I sat down and just worked through journal spreads
    This one is a favorite
    I will remember this feeling
    When I prioritized self care
    So I can show up stronger
    Tomorrow

  • More collage play

  • This

    What’s your dream job?

    This is my dream job. Writing and sharing my creative processes. The writing is it, mostly. But I do think I’d love to add some teaching in there.

    The issue is, with the teaching, it’s hard to say that I ever feel qualified to do it because I’m doing what most of us are doing: winging it. I believe I have something to offer, a genuine insight. But I also think that showing up for the writing first and foremost could help me figure that out. Or perhaps share what it is I feel I need to say.

  • A chilly night of collage

  • Honestly

    What colleges have you attended?

    College is a touchy subject for me because it was a struggle. So, I won’t go into ALL of the colleges I’ve attended.

    Most of my education was done at Northern Illinois University. I ended up graduating from Easten Illinois University. It took me almost 13 years to complete college. I think I went to six different schools in that time.

    Education is different for everyone. Had I a chance to do things over, I would not have gone away to college. I would have researched more and gone through my other options.

    But it’s not helpful to dwell on the past.

    A mixed media journal spread. Surprisingly, I never went to school for writing or art. Other than briefly attempting a class in graphic design, I ended up graduating in general studies.
  • Making Shapes

    Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

    Collage pages in my travelers notebook

    My inner critic has not been kind to my abstract collage practice. Especially as I move through it quickly, and the pages become sparse to invite tension between the elements.

    The simple layers and the shapes they make intrigue me. Lately the white space has been playing with me, inviting me to use less material for more dramatic effect. I can imagine stories of each one. They are simple, yet intricate and profound. I could fill books and books with pages like these.

    I like to ask others what they see in the shapes