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Be Yourself

Be Yourself

Be Yourself Last night for our evening entertainment, the boys and I watched a little bit of Flula on Youtube. We saw a clip of him on Conan which is a pretty big spot to be able to cameo for any Youtuber. We hadn't looked him up in a while and it was nice to see that he's made a progressive career out of being himself. It helps that he's funny, quirky and random. And that's where the conversation starts. Because we are all funny, quirky and random. But how many of us actually allow that to be seen by others? And how hard would it be to embrace those parts of ourselves ON STAGE, for all the world to see? Now, I know that some of this is a stage act but as I watch Flula emote, I realize that this is why it works. He has something that everybody...Read More
Freedom Painting

Freedom Painting

This week was an unusually stressy week for me. Household circumstances shifted wildly and found me solely in charge of the kids. It's not that it's difficult, none of it is difficult. It's that I seem to be clunky with transitioning from one lifestyle to another with no notice. It's very jarring to my system. And my system thrives on creative time, productive time and alone time, in big chunks. When that time isn't available for me I get all kinds of crossed circuits that are needing to discharge from having to be in 'constant responsibility mode'. When I feel that build-up in my body, sometimes it just feels like agitation without words. Clearly, I'm labeling it now, but yesterday I didn't have language for it. So, I sat down and made an expressive art process to allow it to untangle itself and flow out onto my paper. The process is...Read More
Meet Gary. The Great Gray Owl.

Meet Gary. The Great Gray Owl.

I absolutely love the look on this guy's face he's sweet and naive and you know... he's really not. Owls are symbolically known for reaching into the dark of night (your subconscious shadow side) and pulling information into the light (usually of the divine feminine represented by the moon). The spirit of this animal encourages you to look beyond deceiving appearances into the true reality of a situation or a person’s motives. Owl spirit animals are symbolic of death in many traditions. In most cases however, it should not be taken literally: If the owl is associated with death, it can be viewed a symbolic death, meaning a transition in life, important changes that are taking place or about to happen. The owl is a strong spirit guide for discernment and making decision based solid foundations. Call on the owl totem when you have to assess a situation or are going...Read More
Moonglow and the Raven

Moonglow and the Raven

The recent full moon has stirred me to pick up my paints and throw a bit of salt around on my paper, watching the colors bleed and move at will. The moon is a feminine symbol, universally representing the rhythm of time as it embodies the cycle. The phases of the moon symbolize enlightenment or the dark side of Nature which we call the shadow. Shadow reflects inner knowledge yet to be brought to light.  It also provides analogy for the stages of human development: the new moon is infancy, the crescent is youth and adolescence, the full moon is maturity and pregnancy, and the waning moon represents the decline of life, sleep. The moon is the middle ground between the light of the sun and the darkness of night, and thus often represents the realm between the conscious and the unconscious. Raven represents many things including the association with the...Read More
We Are The Music Makers

We Are The Music Makers

"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams." ~Arthur O'Shaughnessy, as quoted by Willy Wonka (Gene Wilder) in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory   Ode Related Poem Content Details By Arthur O'Shaughnessy We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers And sitting by desolate streams; World losers and world forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world’s great cities. And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire’s glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song’s measure Can trample an empire down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our...Read More
Me, MySelf and the Big I

Me, MySelf and the Big I

Sitting in the discomfort of growing pains is an art unto itself. We all have that innocent desire to be more, grow more, do more. Born from that internal push to move forward into our greater potential, we sometimes find ourselves wearing boots just a tad too big, a dress, maybe not our own. A time comes to shed or shelve our cozy sweaters and pair of well worn leggings.When I sit in contemplation about the archetypal message behind this sweet young lady, I think of all of the times I have wanted to be further along on my path than where I perceive I am. I think of the times I have pushed myself beyond my comfort zone, feeling fraudulent for showing up in a dress I'm not sure if I have the capacity to wear. The thoughts and feelings that growing pains produce. Too big for my old clothes,...Read More
Lord of the Iris Kingdom

Lord of the Iris Kingdom

This one... oh, this one. I worked so hard on this. And re-worked it and re-worked it. Until I had to stop. Satisfied-ish. This is one that I will probably re-visit due to the amount of 'dark' in the two folds of the side petals. I'm not sure how I want them different, but I do. This was a case of a 'quick sketch' turned into many hours long of a 'masterpiece' type of work. I loved playing with the folds and design and I decided to add a Praying Mantis and include this one in my Animals Light The Way Collection. Here's what I wrote about Mantis on my RedBubble shop Descripton. Praying Mantis, the animal kingdom’s symbol of stillness and contemplation journeys up the feminine flowering Iris. Seeking inner stillness in your life? Mantis is a wonderful messenger that reminds us to take time out for ourselves, go within,...Read More
Mother Mary 2… Tribal Mary

Mother Mary 2… Tribal Mary

For the gypsy parts of myself I wanted to take the original Mother Mary that I wrote about in the previous post, and make her bliss out in tribal dress. Love, love, love her. However, I did not love painting on this surface. It was new to me and it seemed like a brilliant idea. I got everything all sketched in and started painting only to find my face contorting rather quickly.  It is Fredrix 100% Cotton Canvas for water based paints. Watercolor. It doesn't absorb much at all. I invested myself further, thinking that maybe I was just long on the learning curve with this material. Nope. It just sucks for watercolor. All of my pigments move around on the surface. AFTER they've dried. Not just a little, a lot. As in, layering colors has to happen ever so gingerly. I found myself accidentally wiping off one color when I...Read More
Mary, Did You Know?

Mary, Did You Know?

Part of my If These Wings Could Speak Collection, where I take the average person and transform them with wings. I try to find a diverse and sometimes overlooked ethnicity, sexual orientation, or neglected seeming spirit, all practicing being human. I'm sharing how to see differently, how to find our common ground together. It's deeply nourishing to my soul to paint people in an elevated way. Painting them as having the same aspect of 'goodness' we all feel we have inside of ourselves. Everybody has it, somewhere, even if they are not displaying it in physical manifestation this lifetime. Since painting these common, everyday folk who are different from myself, who I might unintentionally judge if I saw them on the street, who I might never relate to in my day to day world.. I have found myself having new experiences. In me. Where I open more, judge less and find...Read More
In the Aftermath There is Light

In the Aftermath There is Light

I woke up the morning after election night and couldn't believe my eyes. Trump won? I wasn't particularly excited about any of the candidates on the ballot. And I wasn't excited about him either. But I certainly didn't expect a win from that corner. I sat in bed, leaned back and stared at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what this meant. Because, I find him strangely disconnected and unbalanced. And that's the nicest way I can put it. That's not really the kind of guy I expected to see in the oval office. The news had whipped me into a momentary numbness. This world just gets curiouser and curiouser. After adjusting to the idea for a while I decided not to decide what any of it means. Because that would make me a 'know-it-all' and that is certainly something I'm not. (Enter smirking husband again.) I did decide that the uncertainty...Read More