BACK TO ART JOURNALING!! BACK TO MY ROOTS!!

I'm LONG overdue..I want to do art journaling once again! It is where I started with my art, and after being published numerous times for it..I just left it behind. I would like to get up every day, and do a journal page, and post on here. I plan on only taking about 30 minutes to an hour, each day, to do both. In doing this--I have also decided to "open" up, and let you in on some of the things that formed me, my personality, and eventually lead me to be an artist.

So today this is the page that I painted. Took me approximately 20 minutes to do. It is about the number 11. The number 11 is significant to me because when I was 11 months old, on Halloween night, my father dropped me off at my grandmother's house to live.

I was born in Florida, in a small community hospital, in November 1964, to a crazy woman. Not just your run-of-the-mill crazy woman--you know--the kind that talks to themselves, and answers, etc. I was born to someone that was technically, totally bat-shit crazy. I know..it's not nice to talk about your "mother" that way--but, honestly..I have met the lady once, and spoken to her twice..so, we are going to forget the mother thing, and just go on with my story.

So..By the time I was 11 months old, I had divorced parents, and each had remarried, and divorced again!! I never knew either of these supposed "step-parents", but have been told that neither of them were very kind to me. I had already had a broken arm, and was very underweight when finally brought to my grandparents. My "mother" decided one day, that she wanted to go to California, and decided that a baby was not in her plans...SO..she called my father (who was 2 hours away, in another city), and she put me in my crib, and she left. Plain and simple. My father supposedly borrowed a work truck from his employer, and drove like crazy to go get me. On that night, I went from being a neglected, most likely abused baby, to a completely different life.....

I journaled this morning about the beginning. Back to my roots..back where it started...stay tuned.. Have a glorious day!!

Live Artfully!
Suzan