The Art Journey

An Art Journal Connection

A couple of weeks ago my art journals were featured in a local newspaper. A gentleman who lost his wife to cancer five years ago contacted me after seeing the article. She enjoyed art journaling and he was searching for someone who might have use for her precious collection of art supplies. After a conversation on the phone which felt a bit like an interview, he determined I might be the one he was looking for. He asked me if I wanted to see her art journals and if I would have use for some of her art supplies.

Do I really need more art supplies?

My first thought was I really don’t need anymore art supplies! I was curious about her art and I admit I can’t resist the possibility of more art goodies. Maybe I can pass them on to my students? I felt honored to be asked so I decided to meet him at his home.

A sacred Space

My best friend and I arrived at his door and he welcomed us inside. We talked about his beloved wife and her love of art journaling.  I saw many of her completed art journals arranged in a bookshelf and he gave me permission to look through them. They were a constant source of comfort and company for this man. She still communicated with him through her journals. I knew I was in a sacred space as he shared his respect and love for this woman. The home was a shrine for her. It was touching.

A kindred art spirit

We entered her creative space. The man left us alone to go through her art supplies. Everything was organized much like the way I organize in my studio with labels and things categorized according to subject. As I went through drawers and boxes I started to feel her presence. I became inspired by a kindred art spirit as I discovered her vast collection of watercolors, ephemera, photos and rubber stamps.

A joyful Presence

In a dusty vintage suitcase I found old magazines and ephemera. Underneath the pile of papers I found her last journal. The final entry spoke of her journey with cancer. It took my breath away and I felt even more connected to her. My friend felt her presence as well and it was joyful. It’s the feeling I get when I have my best girl friends over for an art day.

Carrying the creative torch

I gathered a few of her supplies including a small handmade leather bound journal. I could have stayed there for hours. The man was grateful we felt a connection to his wife in her art room and he was convinced the right people were there at the right time. I felt honored to have the opportunity to carry the creative torch on behalf of the artist who called herself Journey.
Today, I painted in her leather bound journal with the watercolors she passed on to me. I am calling it the Artist Journey and I am looking forward to filling the pages with art.