Some days I live in the Land of the Overwhelmed.
Frustration and anxiety dominate my worldview. I get crabby, rushed, pinched.
I'm discovering that collage is instant therapy for those moments.
Last night, I grabbed a stack of magazines and catalogs, and started tearing out anything that grabbed my attention. (Tearing paper, in and of itself, is a great way to blow off steam.) After I had a fairly big pile, I started gluing it down in my journal. Not a lot of planning, not much screening. Slap some glue on it and stick it down.
As the nervous tension and negative energy started to seep away, I slowed down. Now some consideration kicked in. What text do I really want to show up in the end? Why does that photo resonate with me? The storyteller started to fit the pieces together.
Last night, I went to bed after washing my brush and my fingers. I'd let sleep wash away my lingering grumblings, and see what morning eyes could bring to the subject.
I had a hard time waking up this morning (so dark! so dank!). But when I sat down in front of my journal, I felt ready to give those magazine bits a chance to inspire me. I took out the markers, and started writing encouragement to myself. Nothing terribly original, but comforting from familiarity and repetition. And some new ideas showed up as well, when I gave them a chance not to get their heads bitten off by my ferociousness and my fears.
Doodles emerged, once I relaxed and let them emerge uncensored.
After an hour, my life was calling on me to move on. It was surprisingly easy to get up from the table. I could face the outside after embracing my inside.