Featured image: Shelter
You know how you go about living and thinking that everything's okay, and then all of a sudden, everything seems to be jammed up and bogged up and bad, and you just wish that you could curl up and stay in a little ball until all things have passed by?
Well, I haven't eaten— that happens when you make art.
Art is a shelter for all those things that you've curled up into a ball and made yourself into. You need to uncurl and create, just create, and create, and create.
Featured image: The Mask
I am delighted to announce that my work, "The Mask," has been awarded the Gold Award at the Red River Watercolor Society's 31st Online National Show. This recognition is truly an honor, and I am grateful for this acknowledgment of my artistry. Thank you to RRWS for this prestigious award.
Featured image: Cedar Roots Along the Shore
trees along the river
the soil is so thin
marveling at the
trees many
massive
gold on along the bank
grounded in soil so thin
Featured image: Life is Like a Box of Chocolates
We never sit
anything out.
We are cups,
quietly
and
constantly
being filled.
the trick is
knowing
how to
tip ourselves
over and let the
beautiful stuff out.
Featured image: Spider Web
I always love it when a creature crosses my path and represents in the spiritual world who I think I am. Yesterday a Wolf Spider crossed my path. I noticed it in particular, because she had a beautiful large, white sack and bands across her legs and was extremely furry. So I looked her up online. I was curious about this beautiful spider who had crossed my path and its symbolism and spiritualism. According to online resources, Native American cultures, Indian Native American cultures associate wolf spiders with protection and nurturing, and their webs symbolize creativity and extreme feminine energy. It is patient, resourceful and adapts to different situations easily. The wolf spider uses its instincts and intuition to overcome challenges.
I love it when I look up a creature that's crossed my path and it's exactly who I think I am - well, at least I think I am anyway. I don't know what other things to think. Have a good day!
Featured image: Flowers Just for You
I am in love
I am in love with the mild light of springtime, the sheer shivering joy of springtime and its delightful gentle intricacies.
When I walk into a thrift store or antique shop or go to a garage sale, I feel so many things bouncing off me, mainly the histories of the objects that are for sale. If I don’t get that feeling of spirit and history, and the aura of the objects, I turn around and don’t go any further. I think of walking into a church the same way. It doesn’t matter what denomination the church is, if I don’t feel the spirit of the church I want to walk away and not go in.
This phenomenon and this feeling is different yet the same in both places. I either feel this life and spirit of what is there and stay or don’t stay.
When I go shopping for antiques, I like to think they are lovingly used. I need to feel this marvel of its history, to engage with it. I love being able to touch the toys that children used to play with, like this antique truck. When I caress the object, I don’t want to let it go because of this spirit and its history, its life. The experience is unique to me, it is mine and I continue the history of the object or place, like a church. But this experience never happens when I pick up an object or walk into a place if it is “new.” And this experience only happens if I choose to let it in.
Try it – give something a space, place, or object a chance to speak to you. It is a marvelous piece of enchantment that is very powerful.
