Hello! Iām Arcadia Page, an intuitive writer, artist, and creative rebelā”. Through my dreams, intuitive insights, and daily creative life, I share the experience of reconnecting to oneās inner creative voice and universe. This space is also an invitation to slow down, let go of hustle, and to listen to natural rhythms.
Overall, my body of work is a forest full of all kinds of twisted paths, turns, and forks in the road. So dear explorer, hereās your map.
Go through this guide in order or run towards whatever calls to you, because this space is for wandering.
Take your time. Start any where you want, anyway you want.
Places and Spaces
- Fount White Butterfly
- The Quiet Room
- The Hall of Fluttering Leaves
- Endless Sky Canopy
- Collectorās Cove Atelier
- The Studio at Blue Pearl Lake-about me š
- The Dreamline-find me š
Fount White Butterfly
For me, creativity arrives in an endless flow.
Making with my hands energizes, refreshes, and transforms me.
š¦Not Everything Has to Be Seen: The Power of Creating for Yourself
Quiet is necessary if I really want to hear. Quiet is also necessary if I want to see.
Anyone who I can sit with comfortably in quiet is a potential friend.
Feel free to whisper quiet dreams to the wall of wishes.
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The Quiet Room
A room of blue and white with inviting tables and cozy chairs. Here is stored a curated constellation of posts to get started with.š
My posts have spanned many topics over the years, from creativity and art, to productivity, personality type and nocturnal dreams.
If you wish to wander through blog posts and recordings that feel timeless, then give The Quiet Room a look and let its contents sink into you.
For the full collection of my posts, click here.
For my even older posts, visit my archived blog, Manga & Mascara.
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The Hall of Fluttering Leaves
Adjacent to the Quiet Room is a deeper space. Here my thoughts fly and flutter unhindered and even a bit unhingedālike newly released butterflies.
šHear their random whispersā¦
Sometimes during my writing sessions, I donāt write much at all. Instead I simply sit and daydream, totally enraptured.
The mirror is used to seeing the reflections of everyone else within itself. But what happens when the mirror finally sees and recognizes its own reflection in truth? It vibrates. It resonates. It sings.
I just realized that sometimes deciding to relax is the bravest thing I can do. So crazy.
When Iām feeling overwhelmed by options, it helps to remember that my inner child knows exactly what she wantsāand doesnāt want.
Gather more of these shorter writings from my Thoughts Page.
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Endless Sky Canopy
Fictional dreams and imaginings live here. The lines between myth and reality blur within the words. Orā¦maybe not.
šNovels
Omnigirl~Discovering the universe within.
Can the Son of a Villainess Ever Be Happy?āMiraculous Fanfic~Alchemizing pain into love.
ā”Short Fiction
You Are My Inspiration~Being reminded of whatās been forgotten.
The Mirrorās Son~The echo of past reflections. Original works inspired by Can the Son of a Villainess Ever Be Happy.
Cat TextāMiraculous Fanfic~Love makes us show who we truly are.
šWeb Comics
Mascara Webcomic Collection 1 and Mascara Webcomic Collection 2~Hiding the true self behind masks and makeup.
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The Collector's Cove Atelier
Have you enjoyed wandering this forest so much that you wish to carry itās memory home with you? Then take a moment to see whatās calling to be adopted.
Youāre not always the one choosing the items to take here. Sometimes, my creative artifacts choose you. They know their true owners.
š§Navigating the Seas of Exploration
I Want to Do All the Things: Finding Balance as a Polymath, Multipotentialite & Renaissance Soul
Traveling by Starlight: Learning to Trust My Intuition as an Empathic Creative
āļøWriting Wonders
Thoughtful Planning:How to Use Questions for Self-reflection to Design Your Day
To see and collect all of the gems, click here.
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The Studio at Blue Pearl Lake
The red lotus blossoms.
I sit before the fire. Or maybe the fire is in me. In any case, I create before it.
I create to remember. I remember, to create. My favorite CDs are on repeat.
I donāt fear strangeness. It is my blanket and my sword. I laugh as I wear my paper crown made of finest gold.
šCharms on my Bracelet
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Interview I did with Canvas Rebel
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How to create a writing practice that is fun, gentle, and productive.
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The Dreamline
If something here dances in your heart, send me a digital letter. I can be a bit slow sometimes, but I write back.
If you would prefer to give me a soft shout-out, you can do so below:
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šWhere else you can find me
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