Symbolic Projections

As as an artist it is hard to practice mindfulness. Don't get me wrong, I love mindfulness. I think it is a very attainable state of mind for the artist/art therapist/client to strive towards. Art part may even make it more attainable for those who have a harder time grasping the text-book-concept. However, when there is already an expectation of what something "should" be it is doubly hard to step aside and be "willing" to let things be as they may.  My creative endeavors and my clients remind me of those very concepts quite frequently (as is the case in today's post).  After 1 evening of soaking in Yerba-Mate tea. In my previous post ( Transitioning into 2015 ) I mentioned I would be participating in Creativity In Motions' Creative Deed 365 . In preparation for my participation I dug-up some old library cards from back in the day when they were hand-written. For those who have never used a library card, think of it as a 3x5 card stoc

Wow! December went as quickly as it came.  Ringing-in 2015 I concluded my first altered book/journal. In all truth there were a few blank pages I never got around to, and that was fine. I'd worked in that book for well over 2 years. It was time to move on.  Were there frustrations? Many. Memories, galore.  As January unfolds I begin anew to nurture the aged and fragile pages of yet another book. In time it too will be replete with joyous occasions, frustrations, and life notes. But more on that at a later time. In the last few months of 2014 I noted that my usual creative spark had turned-in for the winter. I didn't have the drive to make art, not like I was used to. Time wasn't all of a sudden going to start growing on trees but something had to change, because I couldn't just not make art. After all, this is what my dissertation is about! (and it also doesn't feel right, not to create).  With the beginning of the year I took a leap into wh