Sometimes story finds us surprising ways, like a crackup fall into a sidewalk which then becomes a metaphor soon to become a tale of being pulled into the underworld by trolls thru what moments ago was a solid cement surface. I’m not adept at crafting metaphors, yet my imagination can conjure an interesting telling.

Tracking is a hunters tool, even sorcerers and magicians track, as do ordinary people. I enjoy tracking and curating my life in my artistic world in several ways…one is thru journaling, yet I cannot currently put pen to paper…so the blog it shall be. My right fingers can lightly type now, my brain hemispheres working together in a bit of a new way..

The first self portrait painting (my light body as I fell) here was painted via my left hand last week, I’ve discovered that my left hand has little skill set for delicacy, My experience has been a mix of Inanna’s descent and the Handless Maiden ( my version to the right), I am emerging from an underworld plus growing my hands back !

During this time put aside cutting ,tearing and pasting my story in collage, I’m ready to begin my Journey work again, Journey in paper and image…here is a video of last years Sacred Journey.

Essentially I’d like to share the wonder of this work.

Next week will find us in dark night skies as the moon quiets her glow, my monthly New Moon Creativity Circle begins its 4th year. We gather to work in our art journals and/or our Cosmic Smashbooks ™ with emergent images, our themes are fluid guided by the current moon’s zodiac.

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Personal depth coaching packages are available for more private art as process client directed sessions. Currently email me for more information, we can set up a short call to explore the possibilities ! I work in paint and emergent images with collage Session structure is as a package over time, the timing is fluid and finds an organic rhythm. email kendallsarahscott@gmail.com

For instance, now that I can tear paper again I will begin to dive into the layers of experience and current themes that my troll in the sidewalk is revealing to me. This container supports metabolizing past and current stories, both personal and collective.