Maybe it's the nature of art journaling-the inherent vulnerability that seems to travel sidecar; or spending 16 months void of the contact of strangers except behind a screen, I stepped out of the car unarmoured and with the first hug (which I received awkwardly) the weekend began
We, and I mean collectively as women, wives, mothers, or grandmothers put our needs at the bottom of the pile on an all too regular basis. The cost of this is high. For ourselves, and our families. Why not join me Wednesday evening 7-9 on Zoom, where we gather together to write, paint, talk, connect and so much more.
At Art Journaling With Anna everyone is an artist. We explore the process, embrace the journey, dig deep to tap into our creative selves and just like making dinner for your family, everyone can do it.