Here is what my workspace looks like right now (it all has to fit on a card table at my brother's house . . . and yes, I watch stuff on the computer while I work):
I was getting quite ansy, depressed, stressed, just basically out of sorts.
Then I realized, I had not worked in my journal in almost a month! I pulled out the supply bag, paints, inks, pens, papers, glues.
I just fiddled around.
and, voila, I felt so so much better. . . .
I am missing my studio tons, my papers and my sewing machine; I long to sew a book binding, tear some watercolor paper, have my paints and supplies all "to hand" (as they say in the UK), but I have one more week here on the East Coast, then a week at Spiralheart camp.
So I want to, at least, leave you with a journal image, and a note that lots more will follow in August when I get home.
Art does heal.
Try being creative, and see what happens.
"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."