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Thursday, June 18, 2015

More Messy



Wow.
This life.
It's just messy, huh?
But amazing.
How the heck does a person straddle the two and stay sane?
I have had many conversations played out in my head to blog about this, only to be interrupted, confused, busy, sick or just wiped out.

available in my etsy shop HERE

For instance, the messy bits: 
Between Brenna and myself, the month has held 12 doctor appointments (Yes. I counted.)
Shingles last a long time and nine Extra-Strength Tylenol every day for several weeks is too much.
Graduations are SO full of emotion.

The amazing bits:
Having coffee with someone who LISTENS to all the messy.
Summer sunsets.
My husband telling me, "I like you" before he falls asleep.

Messy Reality:
Realizing this is Brenna's last "summer vacation" from school and next June she will age out of public education and the great unknown looms ahead.
 Aaaaaaagain.
A second oral surgery and bone graft for Brenna because the dental implant didn't work.
Tri-annual IEP's suck. Especially when they are the day after the oral surgery.
 It's never easy to be told what age level your child does or does not measure up to by a school psychologist, no matter how kind they are in their presentation.



Amazing:
Laughing with my eldest until I cry.
Rubbing noses with my youngest.
Having the singular best son-in-law in the history of son-in-laws.

repurposed wood framed arrow available HERE

Messy:
Somewhere in the bronchitis episode, driving down the freeway with Brenna and Doug, Brenna got sick to her stomach.
 In the car. 
Driving down the freeway. 
Not near an exit.
We had two empty cups in the car and, God Bless her, Brenna rotated hurling into each one, handing them back to me, where I then chucked the contents out the window of our moving car, looking desperately into the side mirror to make sure no one was close enough behind us to end up with barf on their windshield and then handing back the empty cup to Brenna to repeat the whole awful process.
I think it was three times, and yes. I was again counting. It's o.k. to do when you are horrified.

Amazing:
I didn't hurl after chucking six cups of vomit out the window of a moving vehicle.

Messy:
My brain trying to fathom how I find art in the midst of the last month, which turns into numerous questions of how I'm even supposed to DO art, what I'm to do with the art IF I can create, which I haven't been doing, and what the HECK happened to the path I thought I was on and how does everyone else do this and why can't I get anything done and and and...enter pity party, confusion, doubt, green eyes, snarky thoughts in my head and various other forms of mess.



Amazing:
Turning off my phone and computer.
Naps.
My husband saying, "I totally get why you feel the way you do."
Art in different forms.
Doodling.
Simplicity.
Jesus Calling, by Sarah Young
Waking up and deciding to spend the day in the present moment.
Jumping into the swimming pool without reservation.
Movies on the grass.
Seeing a shooting star.
Texts with my sisters.
Cooking with my children and sharing meals.
Friends.
Breathing.
Leaving my hands open.
Choosing to walk away from doubt and fear, knowing full well it will be there whenever I decide to pick it back up, cause I will. 
But maybe each time I do, I'll walk away sooner.

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Thursday, May 21, 2015

Messy But Beautiful



When I first thought of the sentence for this print, it was during a week of chaos.
It was totally fun chaos, but chaos nonetheless. 
You know the kind: throwing yourself into a project that you can sink your teeth into and enjoying every moment of it.
Inevitably, the rest of life goes by the wayside and can be an absolute mess in a matter of minutes: dishes, bills, papers to sign for school, and for some reason, people still need to eat dinner and the laundry fairy never EVER shows up.


The other part of messy comes in the form of
art shows and bronchitis for your child and more bronchitis and another art show and then....
shingles on your face. 
Yeah. So messy.
The beautiful part is thankfulness in the midst of the mess. Not exactly FOR the mess,
but IN the messiness, finding a reason to say thank you:

a well-timed doctor visit
medicine
tylenol
my couch
my family



Now I'm finished with shows, Brenna's bronchitis has cleared, my shingles have healed and I'm only left with either a stabbing feeling in my head or itching like I want to scratch my face off.
Some beautiful, some messy.

You can find this print in my ETSY shop.
Just in case you or someone you know needs a reminder that even though the laundry fairy never shows up when you need her and you haven't done dishes for four days or you want to put a bag over your face, somehow, somewhere along the way, it ends up being okay.

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Thursday, May 7, 2015

Highs and Lows


After a wildly successful show at Red Dirt, I was pretty excited to continue on my merry way and get ready for the next show in Balboa. (this is known as a high)


As life would have it, after a sweet weekend and a massive clean up my in art room, Brenna came home from school and said her "whole body hurt". (this would be considered a low)

Available: Various stages of flight, each 8x10 framed.

 I thought this would be a sick where I could get lots done while she laid around watching movies.(looking for a high in a low)

But, as it turns out, she is fever-sick and it's no fun. (low)
But the sister and brother-in-law hung out with her and watched movies. (high)

Available: "Having Fun" mixed media, 9x12, framed.

And I made soup. (high)
And lost a lot of sleep. (low)
But it rained, so it was nice to hunker down. (high)

no, it doesn't say "hop", it says "hope" 6x6 small truths canvases available

But I'm beginning to feel the slight edge of panic (low) for the Balboa Art Walk, for which I'm so excited. (high)
So, when I get a good night's sleep, (high) I will realize that even if I didn't do anything else, (possibly a low) I could practice what I paint, (low or high-take your pick by now) go to the next show, and have a great time. (high)

Available: 8x10 matted print

But I'll eventually get more done cause there is still a week. (high)
Aaaanndd.. no matter what, Sunday the 17th will roll around and  I'll be on Opal street on Balboa Island. (high)
Which is more than a week away. (high)
And I'm really not making any sense (low-for you) so I'll stop. (back up to high for you)


Happy Friday!
(high)

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Monday, April 27, 2015

Don't Look Back



I have so. much. stuff. All over the living room floor in preparation for the Red Dirt Art Festival this Saturday.
Laundry is everywhere.
There are not one, but TWO to-do lists laying around. (One for home, one for art show prep)
They look at me and vie for my attention.
But I don't think I'll give them that much power today.

 Instead,
I'll pat myself on the back when I cross something off,
I will do laundry as I can and give myself a treat.
Maybe I'll mop the floor this week.
But probably not.
I'll write a blog post on a Monday instead of a Friday.

I will enjoy the mess before the show and remind myself I like to dig around, gather and put things together and make it look pretty.



Cause if I keep looking back and seeing what I didn't do, this week will be a wash. And who wants to live in that kind of negativity? 

Let's look forward this Monday.
Look forward to the good the week will bring, what we will release and let go of and what we can enjoy!


Friday, April 17, 2015

Celebrate The Small Things

I sat down at my desk this morning and realized that is was Friday.
I knew it was Friday.
But as I sat at the desk, I KNEW it was Friday.

As in:
I haven't done a blog post yet.
Laundry needs to be done today.
A large canvas I started is whispering at me to finish it.



Brenna has a dr. appt. this afternoon AND it's Light and Power Prom tonight.
The calendar screamed at me that my next show is two weeks away.




As I feel the familiar fear creeping into my body, I decide to listen to Rend Collective on Pandora and write out the quote,
"Celebrate the small things."



How often do you do this?
If you are like me, it isn't much. 
I'm better at throwing a party to tell myself I haven't done enough.

So not inspiring. 
So bad for my internal health.

Today?
I'm gonna practice turning it around.
Let's celebrate.




Did you forget to write a blog post on the only day you write one?
Write a little one, put a picture up and say, "Happy Friday, friends!" 
Now go outside and lift your face to the sun and say "Yes. Thank you."

Was there a load of laundry done? Maybe not three or four, but one?
Dude. 
Buy yourself a CUPCAKE.


art journal entry done with Rapido Sketch pen .35 and Staedtler pigment liner 0.5


How about lunch? 
Maybe there might have been an apple in there somewhere instead of just the left over bag of baked cheetos consumed.
That deserves a big HOORAY and a pat on the back.
Way to go, you.

See?
Doesn't the day seem a little better?


30x30 canvas in progress

I'm gonna practice this all day today and see what happens.

Happy Friday, friends.
I'm going outside to say thank you.
Love to you.


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Friday, April 10, 2015

Puppy Love


Meet June.

 She's a ten-week-old-puppy-breath-bundle of love.
And she isn't mine.
Nope.
June belongs to my eldest daughter and son-in-law.




However, Miss June has been spending time with us for a couple of days while her "mom and dad" settle into their new digs.


Not that we mind.
June shares a lot, and likes to lay on a blanket in my art room.
I know, I know. She'll wake up any day now.
But by that time she will be at her house with mom and pop.
So, I'll soak up the puppy love for a few days.

Do you remember those first weeks with a puppy at night?
I think I've blacked them out. It's seriously been so long that all it took was one sleepless night to remember why I don't ever want a puppy again.
God Bless my daughter and her husband-youth is on their side.
I'll just do a puppy fix and hand her back.



Speaking of love-
I think you might love these....
(geez. what a segue.)

I call them "Small Truths" and they will be available at the Red Dirt Art Festival, Saturday, May 2nd.

AAAAANNNNDDD...

The Balboa Art Walk, Sunday, May 17th.
yay!




They are simple, but carry a hefty message with each one.
The size is approximately 5x5 and they can hang or tuck into a bookcase or a bedside table or even a kitchen back splash to bring some truth into your day.



Short and sweet today, as I'm short on sleep...



 But very blessed.
Enjoy your weekend!

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Hooray for Friday


Happy Friday.
Man, this week went by fast.

I have been buckling down in the art room to get ready for the 
Saturday, May 2
10:00-5:00
It will be the 10th Anniversary!



I'm working on (new) designs for the (vintage) book pages.




I love the new quotes I have come across that really fit with the pages.



journal page done with dylusions spray, black staedtler .01 pen and copic marker.

I'm doing some journal work in between pages, wondering where all these birds will end up!
The lettering is getting to be more and more fun for me to do.
It will be even better when I find a light that is somewhat portable and has super powers.
Until then, I'll be working on the lines around my eyes by doing my squinting exercises.


More birds and little bitty canvases. Some birds stay in the journal, others take flight...


Hoping you are taking flight this weekend!

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