The butterfly of happiness

Much of what I produce goes nowhere. Much of it leads me to despair.


In my head are all the negative words ever spoken to me by tutors.



But still I play. And this week I have been sitting with my doubts in a more comfortable and productive way. Having a little chat with myself. Very gently.


Asking what is it that is not working and why. Hanging on to the joy in making.


Trying new processes and seeing it all as a bit of an adventure.


Celebrating the tactile pleasures of paper, paint and glue.
Welcoming the butterfly of happiness.