I went on a 5 year Art trip
and
here’s a little of what I discovered.
In 2020 I moved to the desert
and spent 5 years out there making art
and letting it have it’s way with me.
And it did.
They did.
The desert and the art.
Sometimes it wasn’t pretty
and I cried as I painted,
but I learned so much and I feel a lot better than when I started.
I feel deeper or more fleshed out
or something.
More me.
I’m grateful to have art by my side from now til it ends.
I wrote a book
and then I jumped into a really Nice Portal
And I landed somewhere strange
Then I built a Polaroid portal and jumped in there, too
I made some trippy videos
And found some BIG PAGES
I took pictures with paint
re-taught myself to sew, sort of
My Dad told me to get Procreate
And now I'm free on Saturday & Sunday
I wear a back brace and crawl around on my hands and knees
because I’m fifty three.
