Arting it out

This is always a difficult time of year for me. The couple of weeks prior the anniversary of Mum’s death I’m unsettled and restless. I have weird dreams / nightmares complete with dead people, sick babies, blood and hospitals. I think my brain goes back over all the stuff I’ve dealt with through the years with caring for my Aunt J, Mum, cousin Alison, and Tony and repackages it. Not exactly relaxing… this year it’s made worse by going to Burwood Hospital with Alan on the anniversary of Mum dying.

The best thing to do is move my hands and play in my art journals. I haven’t done enough of that lately, for various reasons. I’ve made lots of backgrounds, and finished a few pages. I feel a bit better for it, but know I need to do some layouts where I pour my heart and head out onto the page.