Art Jornal 8

This is one of my favorites so far. I stained the page and kept the picture of a forming star cluster.
I hand drew the tree with a sharpie and cut the birds out of plain, white paper. The poem is one I wrote after my first husband died. He had been in treatment the year before and was doing well, but died in a freak car  accident. Writing was the one place I could vent my frustration. In real life I had to be mommy and therefore strong and positive.