Not always time to put paper and pencil together, I get swamped by all the other chores and activities. Art is my health and well being time for me and I am making every effort to allow half an hour a night to concentrate on this creative outlet. Using the word as a theme and depicting whatever comes up just by associations, I am intrigued by my own process as it grew. I allow the pen and paper to meet and allow the process to happen. Looking afterwards at my image I had an ''aha'' moment. For me this presented the feeling of how all sensations around can begin to swamp the person ''me''. I am there in amongst the growth of whatever it is that is swamping me. I have a look on my face that tells me I can choose where I want to be. This was at the beginning of the week and have since stepped out of my swamp and been embracing my pastel images that I am building a collection on.
