“Give your soul a voice and reconnect with the messy, colourful, musical, sensual, experimental, fully engaged, and artful side of life.” – Sonia Choquette
A few weeks ago I wrote a post about being afraid to make art. Lots of you wrote back or commented and said that you knew exactly what I meant. It seems a lot of us are afraid to say that we are artists.
Within a few days I knew that I had to do more with this fear: I had to face it. I wrote myself a letter, which turned into a dare, which turned into a manifesto, which turned into a collaboration with a dear friend and this lovely piece of art.
I told you that I had a present for you, but even I never imagined how wonderfully it would turn out. Penny took the words I had written and made them look beautiful. Thank you Penny! Please accept this as our gift to you this festive season. May the new year bring you everything you wish for!
(Just click on the image to download it to your computer. )
My thoughts are deep and thick today. I woke from a dream of very old friends to find that they all remained in bed with me for a long time. I dreamed of one summer when I was a part of a strange group of friends who spent every waking minute together. It was a summer where I loved a boy, but we were never alone together because we were always with everyone else. When I woke up, a dozen other summers crawled into bed with us. Summers of laughter and drama and sunshine and families and friends. One dear friend who we have since lost curled up beside me and whispered in my ear, reminding me of the times we laughed so hard we had to hold onto each other for support. Another boy I once loved laughed and said he sometimes remembered me too and how was I? I never did get back to sleep. I lay there in the dark between remembered laughter and tears for a long time.