reflecting on art as distraction as dissociation and also as birthright and lifeline and purpose and communication, and wow bridging that gap is so full of angst lol.
i made pop-up cards a lot as a kid and decided to use one of the junk journals i made a few months ago to try some out.

i’ve been drawing doodles of things i’m working on sometimes, so here are several half-made things that i think i’ll come back to sometime soon. music is chicago a cappella’s shenandoah with me singing along!

the boy started singing with me 🥹🥹🥹 currently letting out a lace slip dress by adding side panels of a hand-dyed silk scarf that i added to the @Art4ArtTrash pile

if you are enough, it follows that there is enough. time is as slow as i ride it, there have been enough waves stenciled against this sky for our horizons to blur enough that family is fact. that feelings are meant for feeling as third helpings are meant for bingeing. 1/2