Journals, Journals…

This piece was created back in April.

Funny how something so small, so unassuming, something that began as something else, can shift and morph and show up — in this case rather loudly — and ask you to take more risks and to accept that this is the space where you need to embrace trading and just — run with it–fear or no fear.


It may not look like much.  A book page out of an altered book.  Some acrylic inks and some acrylic paint.  A little water too.

But–the story in this page, as I created it, as I listened to it afterwards, that is what makes this piece special.

I will not be sharing the story that came to me from this page, because I do not want to color any story you may hear or see or receive from it.

Until next time…