Sparkle for the Finish

I finished the third piece in my scrap play project with lavender Holographic Sulky and some crystals and pearls:

I didn't want to make these pieces into anything practical, so I cobbled them together into an art panel with more feather stitching:

As I arranged the pieces I saw the story in it, from left to right: feeling unhappy and isolated (panel 1) immersing in meditative art to heal (panel 2) and rediscovering what brings joy as well as healing (panel 3). I need to focus on the end of the story rather than the beginning of it.

I should also say that those who made me so unhappy do not visit this blog, or (obviously) care about me. Just so none of you worry. :)

Comments

nightsmusic said…

I'm glad you're doing better. That panel is wonderful! The first picture gave me an underwater feel. Not sure why, there's nothing to indicate that, but I really like it. Maybe because there's some joy in it being the 'end' of the journey. *hug*

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