Trees, tattoos and burnout
A walk in the forest soothes my anxious mind, fills me with hope, inspiration and a yearning to slow down and immerse myself in the beauty of a moment, suspended in the present, unspoilt by regrets from the past or worries about the future. I find joy in being.
There’s no other place that has the same effect over my mind and soul as a forest… especially an evergreen forest enveloped in fog. This sight, even from a distance, awakens a deep longing within me; something raw and primal. A hurt that moves me to tears, yet fills me with warmth and elation, like the aching desire and happiness awakened within you when you fall in love.
I can’t put this feeling into words without beginning to sound absolutely insane, but I hope that if there’s something that stirs your spirit in this way, you understand what I’m trying to describe.
What would you do if you weren’t afraid?
I came across this quote by Spencer Johnson somewhere recently and it stuck with me like gum under a school desk. I thought about it so much, I ended up writing on one of my watercolour paintings and framing it. This quote prompted me to take a good, hard look at my life and really think about what my vision for 2025, or better yet, my life, was.
On artful living
Through this journal, I want to capture the joys of small, quiet moments, peaceful days spent in solitude, and the creative 'coping' mechanisms that help me navigate life whilst searching for its purpose.