I do love words. I love writing, mainly in Turkish and sometimes I try to do it in English. I write in my blog, have written a few books, I also keep a journal.
Writing makes me remember, makes me question, makes me understand and also allows me to have a candid conversation with myself, and gives me a chance to express what becomes difficult to keep inside.
Yet, sometimes words are not enough. Sometimes my ability to express with words seem limited or difficult. Or sometimes we just do not want to put it into words.
When I was younger, I would get frustrated at such times.
Then, almost over 20 years ago, I discovered another channel for myself. To paint.
Painting turned into a channel of conversation rather than pictures and projects to finish.
When I cannot write or when I feel the need “say” on a different level, I journal, with shapes and colors. Sometimes I need a big canvas, sometimes watercolors are what I need.
It is always interesting to go back and read what we have written before. Although we are the ones writing it, there is always more to it when completed. Completed stories seem to tell even more.
Writing definetely changes us. However, it is also quite interesting to see what the journal of shapes and colors say. Our stories of unfolding lines, shapes and colors seem to tell us messages that probably would have stayed hidden if not expressed in such a fashion.
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