Creatively Thinking

Featured image:  Rainbows in My Studio The magical work of the soul begins with you—not someone else, not someone else’s soul. It begins with your soul. And your soul resides within you, not someone else. For me, I can only do that magical work through my art, and when I don’t, it shows—in my work and in me. My studio is where this magical work happens. My art is where this magical work happens.

  Featured image: Wandering I "Not all who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien

  Featured image: Intersections Erased Painting Gen Z Ever since I realized that if I wanted to be an artist, I needed to find a way to support my artwork, I realized that it was going to be a very, very hard job. And to add to that, to find the kind of work I needed to support—contemporary, abstract, conceptual—I don’t think I could have chosen a more difficult job on the planet. Nope. When I went off to college, my parents kept drilling into me, “You can’t major in art.” Well, I did. And just for a safety net, I took a second major, education, to support my “love” of art. Being a teacher was good. I was good at teaching. The trouble is, I was good at teaching. Back then there were no art classrooms; it was art in the trunk of my car and art on a cart, and it was hard. And many times, I was too tired to make something of my own, but I did. I did “art fairs” on the weekends. And so I supported my love, my strong need to CREATE. I WAS A CREATIVE FROM KINDERGARTEN TO THIS DAY. I have...

  Featured image: The Present The Creator’s Creation When I was teaching young adults, and they would do something outside of the classroom—something incredibly stupid (yes, stupid—sorry, I can’t think of a better word for driving on a slippery patch of ice on a curve, fast, as a challenge to see if you can defy all odds)—they always seemed to think at the same time, “Oh, but it won’t happen to me.” Well, it happened to them—and it happens to them. Their “won’t happen to me” eventually runs out. All of my own “won’t happen to me’s” have run out, too. I try not to do those things anymore, but, well, they still happen to me. For the most part, my magic wand still works for some reason—but the magic feels different now. I seem to be, I feel to be—at least lately—visualizing almost constantly the task that has been before me for most of my life. Maybe it’s because I realize more than ever that life is so, so precious—and yes, so short—and all I truly have is today. Yesterday is history...

  Featured image: The Key II Say yes and  Know you  Are not alone Gently explore Creatively expand Say maybe Look for mystery   Magic Align yourself with   Your Creator        Be intimate   With the Source   Of all things.

  Featured image: Rain Raindrops  So many raindrops Hummer’s wings beat  Throaty humming  humming  Ruby throat Jays calling Raindrops  So many raindrops I gather energy from these things To fuel me for the day. When I need some, I close my eyes, and I gather it in.

 Featured image: Celebrate Innovation Art isn’t about art, but about life and its struggle to make meaning out of everything. Art gives the artist a way to speak about their sense of reality and its ups and downs.