Finding my language and a voice

   This summer I had pledged to make the focus all about art. I bought new sketchbooks with intentions of filling them with more than just words and thoughts, I started drawing and encouraging my toddler to colour and paint everyday with me. This picture is actually a picture that he painted of a lake. He painted it alongside of me trying to give my rendition of a lake for a collage I was making starting with paint and I rediscovered that painting really was over for me. I liked his painting so much better that I decided to put it with this post. So with that in mind I sanded down the plywood I had been painting on and decided I would stop trying to make my voice heard through a language that I had no desire to speak, and that if going back to some forms of art that were considered more traditional, I maybe needed to find a way that I could express myself that wasn’t killing me on the inside. Here’s to the summer.