words

going through my older journals - the first ones I kept were just lines and lines of words on paper.
then, several years down the road, a few sketches or photographs got added here and there.
then, years passes, and there was some decoration of the page.
finally, now - it's mostly images.
Images, and colors, and some words.
but sometimes words still are part of what I want to save, words are still helping me express some ideas that my journals record for me.
Since words mostly come from that left brain rational intellectual critic part of the brain, I am very careful not to start with them.
Mostly.
but if they want to pop in here and there, in between the spaces of the intuitive brain, I let them. . . .
and sometimes, a letter or written journal entry gets to hang out with the images.
sometimes there are groups of words that are very meaningful and something I want to archive in my journal.
sometimes.

but I am letting images be mostly how I communicate.
words slip out all too easily and I seem to have not have controlled them nearly well enough in my lifetime, I trust images much more.



"It's all the unwordable things one wants to write about, just as it's all the unformable things one wants to paint – essence." --Emily Carr