Sunday, March 1, 2015

No more faces & Christine Mason Miller

Hello dear ones!
 Day 27.....aaaaaaand.....
 DAY 28!
It's been so much fun to participate
in the 29 faces of February.
Thank you for all your comments.
Thank you to Martha,
for hosting and making it such a safe place
for all artists.
Proof again, that there is room for everyone.
I loved it.
Not only did it push me to the art table
on nights where i otherwise would not have made art,
it taught me things about myself too.
Mostly, that I feel very different about myself
and the world around me
from one day to the next.
In some of my selfies
I saw confidence
and happiness
and peace...
and in others,
i saw fear
and anger
and unhappiness.
Such is life.
I never trust anyone who's happy all the time,
so i guess it's a good thing
that i look like grumpy cat in some of these. ;)
I am posting this,
and then i'm off to visit some of your blogs.
I won't get to everyone tonight,
but I'll get to everyone eventually. :)
Thank you all for such wonderful comments
and for hanging out here with me.
To my dear friend Lucille
who left such a lovely comment on my last post:
it is I who is privileged that our paths crossed
so many year ago,
and that we became such good friends.
You make the world a better place
and you always make my heart feel at home.
And on that note,
in case any of you out there are interested
in an e-course about writing books,
check this out.
It begins on March 9th.
I am doing it, and already excited. :)

Thursday, February 26, 2015

chip clips, happy faces and Sugar Man

i'm happy to say that things are better
than they were on my last post. :)
So many of you out there
are so wise with your words.
Your thoughtful comments always bring me back
to what's important in life
and remind me that I am not alone
in my ranting. 
They also remind me that in the grand scheme of things -
a bad day is just that - a bad day.
Not a bad life.
So thank you for that.
There is always tomorrow, right?
Or the day after.
My little chip clip.
It could close bags of rice cakes,
or raisins,
or peanuts,
but in this house - it closes bags of
Sour Cream & Onion, BBQ or Roast Chicken chips. :)
 Day 25 - Crayola wax crayons on paper
Day 26 - acrylic paint on paper.
I am trying to limit my time
on these little index card drawings & paintings
and so far, i must say,
i haven't spent more than 30 minutes on any of them.
Proof again that we do not need 2 or 3 hours to make art.
Just a bit of time,
a few supplies,
and the desire in our hearts.
I cannot wait for the weekend
to visit all of your blogs & see all of your 
29 faces in February!
Can you believe it's almost over?
I'll be visiting a few of my other favorite blogs too,
so already, i'm excited.
Hang in there folks.
The weekend is just around the corner. 
Love & lollipops

...for those of you out there who aren't familiar
with Sugar Man & his music - look him up.
So worth it.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

rough day = rough art

The real voyage of discovery 
consists not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes.
- Marcel Proust
It is so true that we paint what we feel
and not necessarily what we see.
Day 23 (yesterday) was an ok day.
Nothing extraordinary, but sometimes,
having an ok day is good enough for me.
Day 24, however... not so good.
Long story short: work was hell.
One of those days where I see
all the injustices
and the greed.
If there is one thing in life
that grinds my fucking gears -
it's greed.
And this place bleeds greed.
I'm sure you've all had those days.
I came home tonight
not knowing whether i wanted a warm bath
or chocolate
or a punching bag
or my journal
or pizza
or a walk outside
or just to flop myself in front of the tv
and not move until bedtime.
Slowly, i had a decent meal,
watched a bit of tv,
then put on some zen music,
lit a candle,
and painted today's self portrait.
Right after i post this,
i'm going to write a bit in my journal.
Just thinking about that makes me feel better.
I am so behind on visiting all your blogs
and although I'd love to see your lovely art tonight,
i will wait until I feel a little more rested.
A little less frustrated.
A little more grateful
and a little more like myself.
Big bear hugs to all of you.