So I was busy last night. For some reason it can take the entire day to get round to doing what I love most, and then once I start the time flies by and suddenly it's like, reeeely late, and I need to go to sleep.
So I did a page about that.

The main focus of the Week 4 class is layering and secret pockets. On the page below, although you can't see it, there is: a bunch of writing from my critical self that says mean things, followed by a layer of paint, soluble wax crayons, stamping, tissue paper, vellum, some kind of waxy paper I discovered under the bed in a box, music scores, more paint, masking tape, and topped off with a photo of me taken last year (kidding) and a little 'love letter' to myself to replace the mean thoughts from earlier.

I've written a diary on and off since the age of 11, have been journaling for all of five minutes, and hands down this is more therapeutic. I think it's a two pronged thing; you can get all your yucky feelings out and onto the page and then cover them up and replace them with kindness to yourself, and any kind of creative activity is healing in itself anyway.

This one's a bit of a work in progress. Not unlike me!