I was in that place when I sat down to work in my journal - just me, in a quiet room (no music or talk radio) and my art materials. Sometimes the most I can do is make backgrounds, and I never really worry whether I like them or not because I'm going to work on top of them.
With this one I had some vague ideas about roses, so that's why I painted pink patches onto the orange page which I half intended to make into roses.
It seems strange to me that when I'm overloaded I should end up filling a page with colour and pattern, but somehow that is restful to my soul. Perhaps its because I'm choosing to allow it to come out of my inner core rather than it assaulting me from outside?
Sorry I missed last week - I've been very tired lately and needed to take life gently. Thanks for sticking with me.