Today was grey and rainy (probably my favorite kind of day) and I set in with color. A Mandala - centering, balance, beauty, symmetry; to a point. I can only handle that for so long, before I have to start to flail my arms and send out tendrils willy nilly.
Saturday, April 11
Rant overwith, I spent the rest of yesterday doing the back ground writing you see on these pages. The rhythmic, repetitive movement of my hand writing a non verbal language is soothing to me, and I feel a satisfaction in seeing the columns of markings line up. Structure, order - something I have some control over! Yet, there is a willing lack of control in it as well, because I don't plan the markings. I just keep my hand moving, not thinking, flowing, skipping, jumping, hiccuping, giggling, trusting the marks as they skitter down the page.