Journals from our bicycle tour of Western Europe in the 70's. I was pretty faithful about writing (and sketching). The above is from Holland. I wonder why I felt it was so necessary to keep track of it. The newness of it. My reaction. A Spanish circle dance in jeans. Journals and art help me to understand the mystery of who I really really am.
Art tells us who we are, how we feel. How can we ever move ahead if we don't have that knowledge?