Creating on the iPad has become a new obsession on a fairly long obsession list.
I recently posted this iPad drawing to Facebook.
But I like this one better.
Wing up? Wing down? Wing dark or light? It is all play and challenge.
Creating on the iPad has become a new obsession on a fairly long obsession list.
Here is your chance to pick up fabulous stencils at sale prices. Perhaps you might like one or two of the stencils I designed? That would please me so very much!
For the last while, my obsession has been artist books. I can't call them journals, because few words get into most of them. I think that is about to change, but I am not really sure. Pages are dictators. They make you add things you are not sure you want anyone to see, get rid of perfectly good images or words, and they often haunt you in the middle of the night. You cannot fall asleep again until you work through yet another page that demands to be born.
I might as well be writing a novel, with all the trouble my pages have been giving me. And let's not get started with COVERS. They are regular divas. They are very sure that the pages they grace are what you judge the whole book by, and they want to look good!
The big thing, lately, has been integrating the digital images I've been making. I have been practicing to get it right. Yes, I know, the pages are supposed to be for practicing, but my pages are very fussy about what they will wear. These three artworks, painted on collaged surfaces, were my practice rounds for a digital image. I just sent them off today: one to Florida, one to Denmark and one to the UK.
They are gone, but not before I used them to create this digital image, which I call "Tea."
"Are you confused yet? Believe me, going back and forth between real brushes and digital ones can get challenging. Soon I will print out "Tea" and add it to one of my artist books. I will paint into it, maybe add some collage, perhaps even a word or two. Hopefully this will all be acceptable to the other pages.
That remains to be seen.
You know what that's like. You want to make a change, but your mind won't go there with you. It is stubborn. It is sticking to all the preconceived ideas it has about you, and doesn't want to budge.
Switching it OFF is not really an option. You just can't think without it. So, you have to convince it that this latest scheme you've been hatching is a good idea.
And yet? Part of you agrees with your mind. You are NOT sure about the scheme in question, so you equivocate. This can go on for a lifetime if you let it. So, decisions have to be followed through. Your mind will just have to catch up when, and if, it can.
I started my foray into the art world with quilting. I soon got into art crochet, and stained glass. Oh my, let us not forget all the papier mache vessels and jewelry I made. then I decided I wanted to be a painter, an expressive abstract painter, to be exact. All along I have been drawing, especially figures. I have left out many projects and experiments, but you get the idea. I love to do stuff, make stuff, learn stuff.
I am now a Stencil Girl. I even have an intro to the "family" by Mary Beth Shaw!!
You can find me on the SG website, listed under the artists who create the stencils.
I have been creating stencils for a number of years now and my mind thinks stencil when I cast my eyes over the horizon.
You know how that works. As a photographer, you are always composing photos. As an artist, you see color combinations, characters that your mind weaves stories around. an author, your ears are perked for picking up conversations, accents, or a piece of a story you can weave a whole novel around.
Perhaps you wear many hats, and so your mind is fully engaged as you take in the world around you, always filtering, filtering to feed your creative stash of images, sounds, even feelings.
Well, I now have added stencil shapes to the mix. I see trees interacting and think "stencil." I see paint spatters and think "stencil." In fact, just about anything can get me into stencil mode these days.
To celebrate my new Stencil Girl status, I am having a give away. I created the triptych pictured here with one of my stencils, and if you leave me a comment on this post, you are eligible to win it. (Be patient--I have to OK comments). I am also posting to Facebook, so a comment there would also qualify. If you want to comment and are not my "friend," just ask!
Am I just a little giddy? Of course I am. I love the Stencil Girl line, and being part of it is quite an honor. I am in great company.
P.S. Please see the notes on Stencil Girl about how I made this triptych. I will add further details at a later date, but today I am going to have fizzy drinks, and do wild dance steps, and say "Yahoo" a lot--really, really loudly.
A true warrior utilizes more than weaponry to deal with challenges that are encountered.
Discipline and strength of purpose allow a warrior to face whatever life presents with courage. Rather than immediately pull out weapons, a warrior assesses her adversaries, tries to understand their position, respects their strength. How can one effectively deal with a threat that is not understood, measured, considered? Which of us would want to be judged in an instant, and found wanting, with no attempt at communication and so little regard that we were simply executed--as if we meant nothing.
As an artist, my creed is about trying to find a creative solution to challenges rather than overpowering others so that they adopt my views, or at least do things my way. A refusal to listen to opposing views arises from an attitude of exclusion and contempt. Violence is often expediency in the service of greed.
A person whose first and only choice is violence, is not a warrior but a terrorist. He does not follow god, he plays god, and the lives of others are of no consequence to him. A warrior must honor life--what else is worth sacrificing oneself for?
So many say they long for peace, but I do not think peace can be "won." It must be practiced. Warriors employ focus and use strategies to do the honorable thing a hundred times a day, perhaps a thousand. They get better at it, because they keep practicing.
Be a warrior.
Rejoicing in ordinary things is not sentimental or trite. It actually takes guts. Each time we drop our complaints and allow everyday good fortune to inspire us, we enter the warrior’s world. --Pema Chödrön
I attended the funeral of a dear friend today. David.
There was nothing somber about this event. It was the joyful celebration of a life well lived, superbly lived. Everyone who shared their experience with Dave felt personally seen, heard, understood and loved by him. He was able to respond not only to what you said to him, but what you were unable to express as well. Can you imagine how affirming that was for others? Dave was also one of the most "surrendered" persons I have ever met. He knew and accepted himself at a very deep level, which allowed him to surrender to whatever life and other people placed in his path.
It is impossible not to reflect on your own life when the evidence of such superb living is presented to you. It encourages self evaluation, and the determination to live larger in every conceivable way.
It starkly reminds you that when your breath has left your body, you lie helpless before the judgement of those your life took place among. The reaction to your "passing" is a clear reflection of how you got there, what you did and said, the way you conducted yourself. One word pretty much sums it up--love. How well did you love?
I am determined to be ever more mindful of how I interact with those around me. Thank you, Dave. Again.
There are times when a door suddenly opens. Your excitement and curiosity propel your foot through the doorway. But the thinking mind snaps into gear and the foot is retracted.
Is this for real? Can I trust this, or will it prove to be another disappointment?
Do I deserve this? Can I handle this? What if I fail at this, and others see me fail. It will be worse than if I just maintain status quo.
All I can say to help you deal with the constantly chirping, bird-brain mind is this:
Try not to listen to it.
Most of the time the mind is a cowering idiot. If you are telling yourself that description is harsh and does not describe your mind, just remember all those missed opportunities that it "reasoned" you out of. Or, consider how you would feel if someone else could listen in to what your mind has to "say."
Now do you believe me?
Be braver than your mind wants you to be. Your life will be wilder, larger, and certainly more creative.
"Find your own voice." This is the accepted wisdom.
I, however, am ever curious and I continue to experiment. I venture into different territories, combine disciplines. One week I paint, the next I construct a lamp, or design and cut a stencil. Then I crochet a curtain, or a jacket. Perhaps I papier mache a mask, or a doll. I sew monoprinted pages together into a new journal. Abstract painting grabs me for a while, and then drawing faces grips me. . Finally, I write a poem decrying that I am pulled in so many directions, mainly because I have believed the conventional wisdom.
But creating a myriad of different things is OK, because I have decided that it is. I am creative because it makes ME feel good. I make art because it keeps surprising and me. End of story.