Author: ArtsCubed

Sometimes I have to really work at listening. There’s always a lot of noise in my head.

Journalling about change at the start of the Covid 19 pandemic in Canada, I was thinking about the phrase “Stay in Your Bubble”

I sometimes long for my old house, the comfy chair on the porch, the french doors that connected rooms to rooms and also went out to the garden. I long for a red wheel-barrow in the sun. I long for the shade trees, Dutchman’s pipe on the trellis and ferns along the walk. In some ways it feels like I never left that reality and I should be able to step through a portal and all would be as it was.

Emerging from the cave in time.

This week it was about “guility pleasures in music”. I have complicated feelings about both being an obsessive cello player for about 15 years and then dropping the instrument. Both extremes trouble me.

It’s all about the rose-coloured glasses.

Whether it is books, television or film, my guilty pleasures are all derived from pulp fiction.

I was journaling about conflicting interests and tendencies. My methodical brain fights my flights of whimsy and love of fantasy and play.

A Layer A Day journal page using ink, drawing pens, collage and spray ink.