BEAUTIFUL: Being an artist in many ways. Soul Journaling
I found the illustrator Robin Brickman through a book called A Log’s Life, in which the illustrations are simply incredible and awe-inspiring. But, I Am an Artist speaks directly to the Soul Journalist. Here is a sampling, just in case you cannot check out this book from your local library.
I am an artist when I discover shadows made by the moon, or trace patters in the sand, or when I name the colors inside a shell.
I am an artist when I notice that the sea is a mirror for the sky and when I make something from the things that I collect.
I am an artist when I look at a bird until I feel feathery too, and at an orange until I know what it is to be perfectly round.
I am an artist when I run my fingers over a shiny pod or across the rough bark of a tree or when I blow on a full-blown milkweed and it splinters into tiny white puffs.
I am an artist when I crunch through crusted snow and stop to gather winter’s hush around me.
I am an artist whenever I look closely at the world around me. And whenever you listen and search and see, you are an Artist, too!