Art

I started scrapbooking again tonight. I picked up the pages that I haven't worked on since I packed them up the week after my mother died in preparation for her funeral celebration- 8 years ago. I've been dreading working on the last few years what with my change in beliefs and lifestyle. I have pictures and memorabilia from a part of my life I cannot agree with, hate to think about, and don't really know how to handle. BIble school, nanny families, host families, vacations, moves, travel...... PIctures I haven't been able to look at. Memories too painful. Idealologies I can't reconcile.

Tonight I realized this is my chance to depict my past as I feel it, as I interpret it. I'm not obligated to record it as it happened, or how it felt then. My choices of colors, shapes, positions of the photos, reflect how I feel about what happened and how I lived.