
Now Ive started to type, Im remembering starting a diary with belly-bubbling excitement and a sense of sanctuary found....believing that anything I felt or thought or wondered about could find a home within its pages.....UNTIL.....it was discovered and caused a whole heap of trouble and shouting shenanigans....I suspect that, along with a tangled web of other 'stuff', I never quite got over it, and turned instead to writing poetry.....I must do a reccy in the Attic and find them.....
I do know that my sense of 'parameters' can be questionable as far as self-preservation goes. One striking moment around the time of the Diary Debacle was discovering in a Biology lesson what a semi-permeable membrane was ....and thinking very clearly 'I need one of those'................
SO ............. I start an Artist's Blog and find myself returning to my early teens ??? .... and I see how inevitable that must be......because it was then that I started to put to death the artist within......it took 35 years to resurrect her....and another 7 to nourish her enough to stand and paint without anxiety, create a website and begin to write this blog.............................x