Studio Notes: A Field of Flowers

This morning, I sat down to work in my art journal. Part of my practice is writing first, just getting down what is at the top of my mind. I’ve been journaling for over three years, but only recently has it become a quiet creative practice that I share.

This detail is from a page that felt like a glimpse of direction. Not the full picture, just something real.

Today’s page is a field of flowers. I built it in layers, sky, a soft tree line, and the field behind the flowers. I love painting this way, letting drips happen on purpose and not forcing clean, defined details. It can feel like I’m scribbling with a paintbrush, and somehow it comes together. I lose track of time in the act of making.

The last three and a half years have been a season of change. I’ve changed paths more than once in the last few years, and I’m learning who I am through it. Along the way, I made a lot of work, and I wrote and self-published my memoir. A lot has shifted. Some things that once supported me fell away. And in that falling away, I’ve been learning what’s real for me, and what it looks like to follow my own heart in real time.

This entry felt like a hint of clarity. Not a final answer, just a quiet sense of direction.

What helps you get lost in a good way, where time softens and you come back to yourself? If you don’t have that right now, what is something you used to do that gave you that feeling? If you want to follow along, I share more art journaling and process art through Blujay Studio, one page at a time.