Dreaming of Venice

Today I have been in a fog.

I feel lost. I feel as though I'm on the outside of my life looking in . I can see myself and my heart is screaming to GET OUT! My faith is waving. I feel pretty lonely most days.

It is really hard. I was in a car accident recently. I am fine and everyone else that was involved was fine but I could not help but feel self deprecating. Why me? Have I not already got to much on my plate.
I hate this. I have always felt that for the most part I am an optimist. I try to find the best in a situation. This is too thick though and I can't see the other side.

Tonight to try and get myself out of it I looked through some pictures of my trip to Europe almost 2 years ago. It was the last time that can recall that I totally felt like myself.


(In Venice)


I thought of Venice. I walked through the winding streets and got lost. I had some amazing experiences with some people that I met on those streets. I saw colour and ate and drank some of the most delicious things I have ever tasted.





I started drawing. It has been far too long. When I can figure out my scanner I will share. It made me feel better. It brought me back to the light. This is why art is my true love. When the world gets me down and is blowing crazily by I can stop and open my sketchbook and get lost in the lines and the colours. I thought of the streets of Venice and I found calm.

I wish I was in Venice.


For now the closest I can get lives in these photos and my sketchbook.

To bed I go to dream of those turquoise water and the warm sunshine on my cheeks.

Tomorrow will be a better day.