Don't ask me what my pages mean. Often I just take images and colors and bits of this and that from different sources and slap a piece of text on it. But sometimes a page does reflect my inner process. Take this woman here -- great haircut, beautiful hair color, young, fresh -- and miserable. She doesn't see that she's the one who chained her heart to some tree trunk somewhere. She doesn't see that she's the one who can unchain herself. She's determined to hang onto that tree trunk, that chain. Maybe letting go might be more problematic than where she is now.
Gee, have I been there before? Yep? Am I there now? Nope. It's a whole different story now, and boy I'm looking forward to seeing how it unfolds.