Don’t mope over it all day, he said. I’m inconsequent. Give up the moody brooding.
James Joyce, Ulysses
Good day, Dear Friends, and Happy January 1, 2016. One of my New Year resolutions was to work on art every single day of 2016. Halfway through my morning, while reading from James Joyce, I suddenly said to myself “Oops! Haven’t done the art thing yet!” So, I returned to my favorite tree next to my living room and gave it another shot above. I guess I don’t have much to say about this one except that I turned the art wheel of momentum one more revolution. May it continue.
I may be returning to this blog later today–I woke up to this wonderful morning and immediately began composing a short story about my late Uncle Paul, experiencing deep cathartic feelings from the experience. I don’t want to put it on the blog until I have it completed and (hopefully) polished.
Thanks for reading.
I make art in order to understand.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself I am not alone.