UNAVAILABLE
You see, the problem is I’m not a blogger. Or an artist. I’m just a person who keeps a visual journal for catharsis, and for the joy of playing with shapes and colors. In an insane moment I started sharing online what had been private.
” . . .lives hidden behind faces, divided by fathoms of empty space, wrapped round in silence which one of them breaks then with maybe some word that in one way or another means Know me, Know me . . . .” (Frederick Buechner)
It’s been two months today. There have been 803 visits. Except for a few individuals, I don’t know who looks at this or what you think. I’m finding it harder to find the joy and freedom I felt before. A journal page suddenly needs to be a work of art. Something worthy of showing in public. The thought paralyzes me.
. . . I don’t know if I’ll completely abandon n2theblue or not.
(don’t worry, the portuguese note is to my husband)
