What is it about faces?
I can never get enough faces. I used to draw them all the time and have gotten out of the habit. Last night our journaling group met, and these pages just happened.
When I work in community, things seem to happen that I don't expect, which I love.
It is partially that I am taking the time to work slowly because we have two hours and there are not ten other projects calling to me like when I am here in the studio.
but also, it feels like some energy from the other journal artists seeps into my brain, and influences my own work.
Always for the better.
This is one reason I love to work in our group.
These faces also came because I was thinking of that song that says we are stardust, we are infinite.
The hubble telescope space picture is part of the background, and the faces seemed to just emerge.
My journaling, once again, surprises me.
"We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand." --Robert R. McGammon