There’s so much I want to say, it’s impossible. So I’ll just skim the surface of my thoughts.
What if I own my childlikeness?
Corollary to my artist statement: some regular practices in seeing and recording.
Prompted by an exercise in Twyla Tharp’s creativity book (which I used as one of the daily writing prompts), I go to a cafe and people-watch.
How to keep my hand into my projects even when I don’t have time to work on them.
I’m so glad I document my life so obsessively!
Second excerpt from my scent-inspired creative autobiography series, Yesteryear Apothecary. This one is about the oh-so-delightful world of the middle-school locker room.