Friday, March 4, 2011

the time machines

Today was the first real day of figure painting. Hang on to your hats boys and girls, we're going for a RIDE! Two and a half hours went by like 15 minutes. Regretfully, I didn't think to snap a shot of my painting. If I get back up to the school this weekend I will take a picture of it and post. (I will only be posting the clothed models.)

A little less than a week ago, I decided to go on a journey. This is a journey that only I can go on and I have to go alone.  I expect this experience will change me. I don't know how; I can't anticipate that. I do hope however, that by seeking wisdom it will help me see myself in a truer light. The journey: to take every journal I have ever kept, and read them. So far, my fourteen year-old self is teaching me not to trivialize the things that are important to the youth today. I could scoff at those concerns I had so long ago, and sadly I must admit if I were reading someone else's account, I probably would have. But it was as if I was there again, in fourteen year-old skin wearing a fourteen year-old's ugly velcro shoes. I went walking in those shoes to visit friends I thought I couldn't live without then, and yet haven't thought of in years. Of course, I am not that same young girl, but we are all made up of our past experiences.

What have I kept? What have I let go? What have I sold? Was the price right?


  1. I'm not very good at keeping a journal, throughout my life I've had periods where I kept one for a year or so, and then stopped and then a few years later started up again. I guess that's kinda why I like blogging, in a way it's like keeping a journal, with pictures:)
    Bug I wanted to say two things: awesome job on keeping a journal for so long! That's awesome. Also I went back and read my journal from when I was like 14 (I found it during the move) and it's crazy to hear what things exceed me then and what things troubled me! I can hardy believe I wrote it!

  2. Enjoy your journey, and happy memories!

  3. This is a great idea. I've never started from the beginning and read through all of them, but I have gone back and read chapters of my life.

    In doing so, I realized that a journal is for OURSELVES as much (if not more) than it is for our posterity.

    This is a great journey. Keep us posted on your insights!

  4. Every persons journey is similar to the beautiful trees on the slopes of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We are covered in lush greenery, but life works its magic. Something like the approaching autumn. We find ourselves laid bare, naked for all to see. The leaves were never what was true about us, they only covered what was always there. This is the best part of the journey because we can now honestly look and see who we really are! We need these times of self evaluation. Perhaps your journals will help you in this way. I hope you find what you are looking for.


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