I know it must be winter (though I sleep)—
I know it must be winter, for I dream
I dip my bare feet in the running stream,
And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep.
Edith Matilda Thomas
For Bryan
may he rest in peace.
Mixed Media Artist - daily painter of portraits, flowers, abstracts and birds
art journal
portrait painting
#flashbackfriday
A wise woman recognizes when her life is out of balance and summons the courage to act to correct it, she knows the meaning of true generosity, happiness is the reward for a life lived in harmony, with courage and grace.
Suze Orman
Green, pink, and blue abstract painting
making marks
drawing lines
orange abstract impasto painting
book art
#flashbackfriday
I’m finding my balance today by posting a mixture of new and already posted photos.
Have a great weekend. I’ll see you next week.
Don’t have to figure it out today
art journal page
pink black and gray abstract painting
portrait painting
Pink and white abstract painting
What I’m watching – Struggle: The Life and Lost Art of Szukalski
Stillness is not about focusing on nothingness;
it’s about creating a clearing.
It’s opening up an emotionally clutter-free space
and allowing ourselves to feel
and think
and dream
and question…
Brene Brown
Happy Monday..hope you had a great weekend. Have you noticed the days are getting longer? It was still light out at 5:45pm Saturday night. Spring will be here before we know it.
View From Above
Acrylic abstract painting
8×10 on flat panel
Available here
This is what it looked like from my hotel room, high above the city.
I’ve discovered that I’m most patient when painting a portrait, and the most impatient when I’m painting an abstract. When I’m painting a portrait, I tend to meander around the canvas, not caring if it takes me all day..or a month, even.
With an abstract, I feel the urgency to get what I’m feeling or seeing within my mind’s eye down on the canvas quickly before it’s gone forever. It all happens so fast. I find it exhilarating, and frustrating at the same time. I don’t have time to sit around waiting for paint to dry, so the colors don’t bleed into one another. Yet, if I’m not patient, the colors smear and turn to mud. Trying to find a happy medium has been a struggle lately. I don’t always remember it being this way, so perhaps I’ll find the answer soon.
Fill the Void
cardboard art
Bid here
In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.
Ursula K. Le Guin
Peas in a Pod
Bid here
When people ask me to pray for them or their loved ones, I explain that I’d be happy to hold HeartLight—sacred space—for them. The visualization I use is a sugar snap pea. In my mind’s eye, I unzip the pod, scoop out the peas, and place the person inside. Carefully, I rezip the pod and envision it as a ‘station,’ somewhat like an incubator, of vivid green, pulsing with vital energy that’s working for the person’s highest and best good—body, mind, and spirit.
Laurie Buchanan, PhD
I absolutely adore this visualization. I wish I had read the quote before painting peas in a pod because I would have switched the pale blue out for vivid green.
Serious Energy
Bid here
Energy and persistence conquer all things.
Benjamin Franklin
What I’m Reading: Rediscover Your Sparkle
I don’t know about this book, yet, but my new cardboard series is helping me rediscover my sparkle. Choosing the word PLAY as my word of the year is also a huge bonus. 🙂
You can write out your answers using these journal prompts, if you’d like. Being an artist, I chose to paint my thoughts.
Often times, words get easily tangled up in my mind, caught in my throat, my fingers get stuck on the keyboard, and I can’t explain what I’m thinking or feeling. Hand me a paint brush, and my art journal, and I’m instantly more at ease expressing myself.
If you’re the same way or if you just want to experiment a little, print the prompts out to have on your work table. If you don’t have a printer, just keep one or several prompts in mind as you begin to paint.
London Fog
10×10 inches on museum quality splined canvas
Acrylic mixed media
palette knife painting
I asked for suggestions for a title for this painting on IG, and Lianna said it looked like a tower in pastel fog. I had London bridge in mind the whole time I was create it, so I split the difference, and came up with London Fog. Thank you, Lianna for helping me out. 🙂
Speaking of IG, I’m so late to the party, I knoooow, but I’ve been having so much fun creating daily stories. It’s so weird that I jumped on this bandwagon because for the longest time, I didn’t like IG stories. I felt like it was a huge distraction, and annoying, but last summer, all of a sudden it clicked with me, and I became addicted to watching all the stories.
Then, finally, a couple weeks ago, I decided to try making a story myself, and omgawd..I’m soooo hooked now. It’s actually so much easier than thinking up hashtags, and all that jazz..really love it.
If you haven’t followed me on IG yet, you can find me here.
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.
Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friend
This painting is thick with texture, luscious layers of artist quality paint, and collage papers.
Be true to yourself, only you know your own real truth…so follow your heart down your path through the fog, muting all the noise, and walk out into the meaningful light of the silent truth.
Bodhi Smith
What I’ve been reading: Photos of Andy Warhol and His Circle, Taken (Secretly) by His Close Friend
What I’ve been watching: Jean Michel Basquiat Documentary
What I’ve been listening to: The Ron Burgundy Podcast..laughed soooo hard. Can’t wait to listen to more. 😀
Hope you have a great Monday.