When you make art, every choice, every movement, every stroke has meaning. Mistakes don't exist, perfection is exposed as the chimera that it truly is. These pages are crinkly from the water I used to bleed the colors. The pages also have a pleasant smell because the collaged items came from a fashion magazine that had perfume samples. Looking at the page I see that I am often drawn to the same palette and patterns. These are messages. Each circle was not carefully chosen but they all have a vitality and meaning. When you make art, you are multi-lingual and the conversations you are having are with your deeper self and the goddess.