Art Pause

Having fully recovered from my surgery, I now await Ric’s return from his. He had a total reconstruction of the knee – 10 new parts he claims – and yesterday his pain was not well managed, but this morning, rested and feeling better, he is anxious to get home. In the meantime, I deal with […]

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Art That Warms the Heart

What I miss most right now is sharing art time with my granddaughters. These creations are the work of seven-year-old Sloane. (For Cee’s On The Hunt For Joy: Let kids decorate.)

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Passing The Time

Pursuing feathered inspiration takes me to quiet rural settings. At home, I pour over images, and “picturate” as my husband calls it – altering the photos to create something new. I spend time daily, crafting poetry, inspired by images, or dreams, or prompts. Often I combine the poems with the artistic photos: I’m also spending […]

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What the Tree Told Me

Trees have stories to tell. I’m sure of it. I find my lens drawn to holes and broken places, wonder about the life that finds shelter there, wonder what the tree can teach me. The art of creativity means setting aside the logical mind, listening to nuances, allowing the expression of the irrational. I let […]

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Creativity’s Alive

I hit a dry spell over the holidays. Felt deflated as far as creativity went. So Ric bought me new materials – ink pens, markers, pastels, and paper, lots of paper. Still, none of my photographs were inspiring me. I really wanted to create something from my own imagination, but have little faith in my […]

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More Hole Than Whole

The woman in the mirror is flawedage spots where freckles once sprouted,streaks of white, peppering former auburn,inner scars marking discontent. How then is she expectedto know wholeness? In days when mind was sharpself-confidence wobbled;when spirituality was planted,self-judgment undermined. The path to wholenesspitted with potholes. How often emotion overrodecommon sense, and choicesled her astray, how thickthe […]

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Inked Blessings

It began simply enough; I just wanted to draw a simple Christmas tree, but the lines went a little crazy and well…you can see the result. The pen had a mind of its own, so I decided to let it talk. Trees with character started to emerge, and began to haunt my dreams. Christmas trees […]

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Making a List

I know it’s early, but since I do most of my shopping on line, I don’t like to leave anything to chance. My adult children no longer want to exchange gifts at Christmas. For them, it is just more stuff they have to contend with. Fair enough. Doesn’t mean they are not going to get […]

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Inspiration Rekindled

Eight years now, I have been blogging. It has been a process of unfolding. In the beginning, I wrote for reflection, but as life changed, so did my need. I dug deeper and poetry emerged. I remember at one point telling my husband that I wished I could create my own images to pair with […]

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Doodle Blessings

To keep learning is a blessing. This week, I signed up for a sketching workshop, with no idea what to expect. Turns out we were learning the art of meditative doodling, trademarked as Zentangle. The featured image I created in class. I thought it would be fun to do my granddaughter’s initial. This is where […]

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