Finished Up

So here's the finished spread from a few days back. Some changes, but not too major. I find I'm waiting for a lot of things in my life right now, one of them is the end of a steroid taper, that's the most concrete of them. If you have ever done a long one of these, you'll know the feeling.

I've also  been playing with watercolor. Everything they say is so true about it - it's hard. It's wildly uncontrollable. It's so easy to create hideous badness. And it's fun.

A Finding Place

This quote really engaged me, so I made some space for it.

“I had no one to help me, but the T. S. Eliot helped me. So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language – and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers – a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn’t a hiding place. It is a finding place.” 


― Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

I found a lot of my thoughts about the value of education and the place of literature perfectly articulated here. Which is her point - literature lets the disconnected, the discontent, the marginalized person to know that others have been there before.

You could also switch out "art" for "poetry." Why not? Go for broke, right?