Transitioning into 2015: Journals & Creative Deeds

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 what I hope is a pool of awesome and joined a group of creative individuals who will be making and sharing positivity each day of the year. The project was started by art therapist extraordinaire Gretchen Miller who in past years has done other 1 piece per day projects... This year she's expanded the daily practice to include others from across the globe in Creative Deed 365. Participants will stay connected through social media as they venture to create and give away daily art creations with messages of "hope, inspiration, and possibility".

In committing to such a long term project I am certain there will be challenges ahead but I am thankful to have the opportunity to make and share these and many more.

My Plan for #creativedeed365:

Stick to a small format - playing card or ATC sized
Use older pieces of art first/ re-purposed whenever possible
Create a 'batch' once or twice a month of 'blanks' which I can easily alter each day
Document the final image or/and where it was left
Remember-2-KIT - keep it simple!!! (I tend to forget this one often)

He'res to a creative 2015!

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