The biggest disadvantage of this little brick house is that on very cloudy days the internet is the pits. The hubby claims clouds and weather has nothing to do with cables and fibers and that seems very logical but I still disagree. Having lived in these walls for almost six years I know a few thangs that defy logic. Like […]
creative practice / memory / self compassion / writing
inspiration has to find you working
Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working. – Pablo Picasso in truth, I have been resistant to write here or anywhere about things because I wanted to be careful of the narrative I was projecting into the world and into my own life. The world is complicated …to say the least. I have very little deep knowledge or philosophy to […]
art / writing
Freedom is a practice
Last night, i had a dream in dreams that I received a comment about how spacey, rambling and incomplete my work is here. In my dream, i was not hurt but i wanted to justify but something stopped me…and then i woke up. This morning my mantra was something about being inherently valuable (thank you Combahee River Collective for access […]
creative practice / memory / self compassion / writing
A soft revolution, continuing,
View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize I am who I am doing what I came to do – Audre Lorde These days, i am learning. Softly. Embracing what i don’t know. Realizing some of my own blind spots. Especially as it comes […]
artjournaling / creative practice / self compassion / writing
mantra/s and meditations of freedom (no1.)
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” ― Albert Camus “I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school […]
selflove / writing
you are not alone
I made this this morning while my fake coffee was settling itself. Yes, it turns out caffeine and my nerves are just mortal enemies. I used a sketchbook( my sons) I found on the kitchen floor and some watercolors (also my sons I found on the deck) However, this is not about me. or art materials. It’s about us. Yesterday, […]
list / writing
What do i know
What do i know for sure— I am here in my little studio nook. We just watched church on the Telly. I stopped watching Broadchurch. It was well-done but too sad for these times. I have need more tactile experiences these days. Lots of writing and drawing. Cutting and pasting. I am back on the coffee train. My brain needs […]
art / memory / writing
Evidence
I keep trying to write this post but everything feels to trite and preachy. I am listening to the some cello music that makes me feel so relaxed…i can’t even believe it. I just finished collecting and putting up my older journals in my archives. It felt so good to go down memory lane and see how my journaling has […]
art / selflove / writing
Showing up, a rambling of sorts
What i want to tell you is that life has been so strange these past six months. Not in a bad way. In a wonderfully hard way. Healing requires a bit of elbow grease and loads of self-compassion. Some days are better than others. Some days, I forget I was ever “sick” and then other days it hangs around my […]
list / writing
the truth
truth is that it can be hard and lonely to show up at your desk and lick the dust off your life…the keyboard…the blank page. the truth is sometimes your favorite pen is lost and the pages of your notebooks feel salty beneath your hands. your mind feels too wild to say much. the world is too sleepy to offer […]