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Some of my art expressions for the art journal come out in surprising ways. I started out with no thought on what I was going to draw, and the turtle called to me. I realized that I was equating my progress in my art, life, and other areas of frustration in the slowness of a tortoise. Drawing it, writing it down...taking my time by changing the colors of the pen to make each thought separate, really worked for me. And please forgive the bad rhymes. I am a poet at heart, sometimes gifted but most times NOT!