Inside Page: Nov 2021. I've lost my sense of sensuality. So many disappointments, a body that is quickly changing, having lived beyond half a century. Who comes up with this plan, of crinkled skin and falling breasts, little crows feet at the edge of my smiling eyes? And, it's not that I believe myself to be lacking in beauty, but rather, I'm lost in shifts in my being. Menopause, sleep changes, recent injuries, a body gone untouched for a while, or sometimes rejecting toughp recoiling into herself when the dynamics are counterintuitive to trust. What I miss is knowing my sensuality, a lost soul after the loss of intimacy, now also an unfamiliar creature. I want her to be familiar again. Sensuality, the explosive energy that moves into another soul, that feels her skin like a luxurious gown, soft and fluid and willing to please. I would like to know her again, the 20s & 30s of her. <3

Lost Journal Pages made for the Brooklyn Art Library Sketchbook Project: I spent part of the pandemic and beyond working with pen, ink, paper, and watercolor within my journal. When finished, I scanned it, put it into a priority mail envelope, and mailed it to the organization. It never arrived, and when my project never showed in their inventory list, I dug out the scanned files to send to them. This is one of the pages from that lost journal (destroyed, stolen, lost?). Available only as a print upon request.