I have missed writing so much since the monotype of the day project ended. I have discovered that my art practice doesn’t work without writing. Because creating changes me on a deep level, I need writing to understand and process what I am going through. So here my blog begins again.
I’ve been really stuck in my work. There has been a lot of resistance and I’ve only just realized it’s fear. This something I would have known long ago if I were writing. I am fearful because this new piece is exposing a part of myself that I try and pretend is not there: the physical changes my body has gone through due to scleroderma and how they impact my interaction with the world. It’s painful to examine, but I need to so this in order to move forward in my work and in my life. It’s like a wall that I keep hitting. It’s time for the wall to crumble. I’m not sure how long it will take me but the chips are beginning to fall.