My art journal and painting themes are quickly becoming permission slips for myself. Focusing on granting my heart the thing it needs at that moment and somehow silencing my very loud, harsh, inner critic. She’s a bitch and always tells me what to do, doesn’t let me sleep when I need to and is generally just cruel. She comes
Look out, world.
Switched bags for tonight and my trip tomorrow. I plan on filming a segment, if not an entire special episode for next week while I’m off adventuring. Both at the Avenger’s midnight premier and in Boston before/after The Nerdist Podcast. I need to sleep more, but I just got my hair all perfect for going
and tell myself what I really need and what my motives are, I get this. And then my brain feels really sheepish about it, like maybe it’s really lame and I’m incapable of mattering or doing things that matter. I think it’s just upset that it kept it hidden and in the shadows for so
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…” ― Dr. Seuss I’d like to go to Cardiff, in England, and travel in the
Today I brainstormed. I sat, thought, ruminated, and drew until I got cold and just needed to do something. I thought about a new cover for my book, tried a new technique drawing faces trying to re-imagine characters, and attempted to figure out a new design for the art in my living room. I’m not
I finished my art journal entry that I wrote the other day, and by that I mean I added paint (and sparkles!) I like the idea of blending journaling and art – for so long I’ve kept my thoughts and art separate, I think it will be good to mix them together. I think it’ll