inspirational

Imagination and the Art of Eternal Youth

No matter how old I get

on the outside,

my imagination remains

ageless

and unfettered;

without boundaries

or limitations..

With a pencil in my hand

I am forever young.

Painting and the Art of Losing Control

Sitting at my easel painting,

everything is moving along as expected..

then suddenly I’m using the wrong color

the wrong brush.

I am adding strange objects..

lines twisting across my canvas

in bold, strong strokes..

I have lost control.

I never fight these impulses..

this is what happens

when God steps in.

Divine Intervention and the Art of Making Mistakes

*Recently finished painting photobombs my work in progress…*

In painting..

what feels like a mistake

often turns out to be

divine intervention.

Trust the gift.

Sculpey and the Art of Being Consistent

Sometimes, I like to make things out of Sculpey..

No surprise these little 3 dimensional doodles

look a lot like my paintings..

As my husband and I often say,

the way you do something

is the way you do everything.

Painter’s Tape and the Art of Being Frugal

My favorite old scrubby brush

was getting too splintery to hold..

so I wrapped it in painter’s tape

and went back to work.

Arizona Summer and the Art of Tiny Libraries

*Splendor* exhibit at the Goodyear Library

My husband Richard and I have been fortunate to have our paintings exhibited

in many wonderful galleries, museums and art-spaces

throughout the years..

but there is something really special about a library.

I was honored to have my paintings displayed

in such a beautiful environment,

surrounded by books

quiet, cool and welcoming..

like an oasis in the desert.

Drawing, Darkness and the Art of Trusting the Gift

When I draw

I don’t plan things out

beforehand..

I let the pen take me

where it wants to go.

Trust the gift..

and don’t be afraid of the dark.

UNFINISHED DRAWINGS AND THE ART OF WAITING

My sketchbooks are filled

with unfinished drawings.

I return to them

often..

and pick up exactly where I left off.

They wait.

Timelessness and the Art of Painting Slow

I am a slow painter.

Lovingly

working with my tiny brushes

for hours

or months

or even years

on a single painting.

Time does not exist in the place

where art comes from..

only bliss

and God.

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Runaway Trains and the Art of Breaking the Spell

Put the brush down and step away from the canvas..

I get carried away when I paint..

This is not always a good thing.

Doing detail work

with a ragged paintbrush..

stuck in the zone

and unable to stop.

I am a runaway train heading for disaster.

“Stop!” I shout,

attempting to startle myself out of my trance.

Sometimes it works..

sometimes, it doesn’t.

The other night, in desperation

I whipped the glasses off my face and threw them at my table.

Hard to keep painting when you can’t see.

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