Is it creepy that while I was changing at the hair salon, I noticed a stethoscope peaking out of a stranger's jacket pocket and I had an irresistible urge to listen to my own heart beat? Hearing the sound of my own heart was incredibly soothing. Although my heart may be broken, it's still beating. And that's a good thing.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art making process can be a vehicle for empowerment.
I am living proof.