From my journal for July 19, 1997<\/p>\n
It\u2019s so odd to have nothing to write in here.\u00a0 <\/span>I think writing used to be one way to manage my anxiety, without anxiety there\u2019s no motive for writing.\u00a0 <\/span>I feel more drawn to visual and plastic arts, I want to go on with painting, clay work, and move toward some form of multi-media expression \u2014 I keep thinking of my \u201cpuppet\u201d project, making more spirit figures<\/a>, or completing the doll house with birchbark roof, a nest in the attic, a \u201cshell room\u201d downstairs (it occurs to me that it would be a house for the soul) and that brings up the idea of shrines \u2014 elaborate boxes encrusted with many tiny objects.\u00a0 <\/span>The other thing would be a reworking of the slide show with live music and dance as well as the slides and poetry.\u00a0 <\/span>Well, we\u2019ll see.\u00a0 T<\/span>he dollhouse has the most energy at this moment.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
This is so interesting. \u00a0I find that feeling better immediately leads to a burst of creativity. \u00a0I talk about not feeling anxiety, but don’t mention that I’m not feeling depressed either.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
From my journal for July 19, 1997 It\u2019s so odd to have nothing to write in here.\u00a0 I think writing used to be one way to manage my anxiety, without anxiety there\u2019s no motive for writing.\u00a0 I feel more drawn … Continue reading