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somewhere along the way, i internalized the idea that it was better to be opinion-less, emotionless, and benign. somewhere, i got the notion that these things would keep me protected, safe and powerful. of course, this is a nice lie. it sounds good in our head but usually has nothing to really do with us… Continue reading

i recently, on whim, picked up claire wellesley-smith’s slow stitch at my local library branch. i greedily read it one night when i was afflicted with insomnia. the book is not a how-to per say but it was very inspirational to me. i went to my closet where i had been hoarding a zillion pounds… Continue reading

I am just working in my handmade book. It’s so relaxing…slinging paint. I do think I have too many signatures in it. Also, I have updated my art journal page with some of my new pages.

I should title this learning to breathe because it feels like it is a season of that. I wake up feeling so jumbled and tired sometimes and the only thing that works is loosening my shoulders and inhabiting my breath. There are days I feel ashamed of my lack of progress but I have to… Continue reading

“And that visibility which makes us most vulnerable is that which also is the source of our greatest strength. Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak. We can sit in our corners mute forever while our sisters and our selves are wasted, while our children are… Continue reading

chunky goodness. In this ensemble , I am using a sojourner a5 traveler and a Midori md cotton journal. TBH, I always have several journals going but this is my journal journal. lots of photos of my family and thoughts about my life and this world we are living in. I started making tabs. or… Continue reading

things I am remembering— water is healing so are the trees the light is brilliant this time of year walking is medicine, too

Making art depends upon noticing things — things about yourself, your methods, your subject matter. Sooner or later, for instance, every visual artist notices the relationship of the line to the picture’s edge. Before that moment the relationship does not exist; afterwards it’s impossible to imagine it not existing. And from that moment on every… Continue reading

My sleep has been all over the place. so I quit coffee yet again. we went to the aquarium  because my oldest is turning five And I drunk a doctored cup of  spicy hot chocolate  to help with the (post) Coffee crud Now  all i want to do is slow things down and touch the… Continue reading