I promise this bit of art journaling isn’t as creepy in real life…it does look creepy in the photograph, though. I think it’s the purple on the eye…makes me look possessed. Maybe I am possessed. Maybe. This is for an Alphabetica journal…she requested we do art about "our word." I used journaler, since I’ve kept a journal since I was nine years old.
I’m feeling sluggish. Couldn’t sleep last night…my mind was reeling with so many things. Sadnesses, disappointments, things that I don’t have time to dwell on during the day. At night those thoughts come out and play and have a grand ole party. So today I have a sad-thoughts-can’t-sleep hangover.