In the middle of the last weeks of the season of dreams I got some really bad and heartbreaking news and at first i thought, I wouldn’t finish the season, but I found, that artjournaling, once again, helped me in really hard and tearful times. I just created pages that showed how my „dreams“ got crushed. How I lost my head and pieces of my heart.
A song I always return to. Who am I. Right now I lost myself again. Isn’t it weird how we always define us through what happens to us and not what through we do. At least I do so and I need to work on that.
Cutting paper is always therapeutic for me. Every time. Just cutting paper and sorting it. That’s why I do so many of those collages.
I really dream I’d have a best friend. I have friends, don’t get me wrong, but I miss having a best friend who understands me, no matter what. I guess it’s my own fault, but it was therapeutic to create a page about it anyway.
I started Vanessa’s Totem Class and of course my first page was a whale- who fits perfectly as my last page for the season of dreams.