From December 2014

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2015 . . . More Of This Please

 

 

 

 

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Canvas and paper.  Writing at dawn.  Exotic fragrance on wrist.  Puppy dog breath.  Adventure seeking.  Wide open spaces.  Fountain pen scratches.  Deep belly inhales/long emptying exhales.  Art journal picnics.  World music beats.  Riots of color.  Lift-me-off-the-floor bear hugs.  Warm suppers in laps.  Candle lit evenings.  Stacks of filled journals.  Fresh starts.  Inspiring reads.  Fringe and cashmere.  Creamy coffee mornings/Chocolate chai tea afternoons.  Nature’s cathedrals.  True partnering.  Sacred space.  Mojo Mondays.  Piles of blankets.  Studio time.  Face to face.  Blue jeans and cowboy boots.  Art supply addiction.  Dream chasing.  Movie marathons.  Desert days/beach-y nights.  Myth, magic and lore.  Pajama days.  Kohl rimmed eyes.  Clean open windows.  Ethnic prints (everywhere).  Epic stories.  Soul Fire.  Day-long artist dates.  Sisters in paint.  Hot pink orchids.  Moonlit walks.  Turquoise with silver.  Hours of power.  Collecting shades of lipstick.  Creative abandon.  Horseplay and romps.  Puns and nicknames.  Snuggles, warm kisses.  Neons and neutrals.  Hiking trail sunrises and bicycled lunches.  Exploration and discovery.

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texture and contrast

Sustaining Wonder

Last week I was fortunate to travel by plane, then by boat to the tiny Hawaiian island of Lanai with my hubbie.

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While on the boat, I looked overhead to find this heavenly heart-shaped greeting.  I knew it would be a magical trip!

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Shortly after, I saw my first whale!  But he was too quick for my lens.

By the time we settled in our hotel, the sound of conch shell horns were hailing the four directions and torches were being lit.

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We walked down a tree-lined path to a secluded beach.  The sunset was shining a golden light onto the now shadowy isle.

 Sunsets take their time in the islands . . . why rush such beauty?  The sand beneath our bare feet was coarse, but soft and non-sticky.

My husband, here in silhouette, quickly dropped into a state of bliss that I rarely see – he’s such a “Type A”!

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Early, the next day we headed out for adventure!  On the many dirt roads, the grasses are lime green, the volcanic soil is rich and dark, the skies clear and blue.  Bright and dark . . . contrasts that feed the artist’s eye.

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 Jeepin' in Lanai

At the top of the island is the Garden of the Gods.

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360 degree views and Moonscapes!

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We bumped on down the long dirt road only to discover the most beautiful beach on the island!  The only footprints on the sand would be ours . . .

But the waters alternately raged and calmed – quite unpredictable!  There would be no swimming here!

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Later in the day, we found a small herd of horses, happy to come for a snuggle.  Quite friendly they were.  If only I’d known, I’d have brought them each an apple.  These horses were so sweet, they actually allowed big white birds – something like an egret – to perch on their backs!  (Hence the white specks on their coats.)

 

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We found a World War II shipwreck too!  Crazy.

Apparently, our troops attempted to destroy the vessel at the end of the war.  They were unsuccessful in sinking it in the channel between the islands.  The ship drifted until permanently beaching itself in the shallow waters off the coast of Lanai.  Huh.

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Oh sure, there was plenty of time during our little-get-away to relax and enjoy a Mai-Tai or three.

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But in my opinion, lounging with the ole sketchbook is the best way to unwind.

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I see island shapes and flora are having their way with my pages!

I realize now that I rarely picked up my sketchbook over the past year.

It’s a practice I’d sort of forgotten.

Which is weird, because I so thoroughly enjoy it.

Sketching and playing with watercolor has always inspired me and helped me to sustain wonder.

Well dang it, I don’t have to travel by plane or boat for that!

Inspiration and wonder is everywhere – at home and out and about – my sketchbook helps me to see it and remember.

**My Muse has asked that I promise this:**

in 2015, I will take weekly artist dates with the sketchbook or art journal.  I’ve inked it in the calendar,  but the Muse won’t mind if I start now.

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The Commitment

Committing to a life as an artist is similar to taking my marriage vows – there were soul commitments – deep, lasting, true and heart led.

Sure, there were some reasons it made head-sense to marry – but none of that would have worked for me, if it weren’t for the belief that making a life with my husband was where I belonged . . .  what I most longed for and loved . . . what I’d regret not having done.

I’ve had a relatively brief romance with art making – about 5 years now.  I admit – it’s been stormy at times.  I have often dismissed it’s importance in my life.  I’ve threatened to quit painting or writing when “real life” got too busy and I struggled to “fit it all in”.  I’ve too easily shunned it for other “should-do’s”.  But the Muse won’t leave me, no matter how difficult I make it for her.  It’s now clear – this is more than a fling!

I commit to this deep soul work . . . this life as capital A Artist.  I will no longer deny the call, diminish the significance or delay the desire.  Yes, my life is full of much responsibility and other joys – but art making will be there always – walking beside me, waiting patiently when necessary, and making my life more colorful, rich and interesting!

Put a ring on it!

(Painting – “The Wedding” detail – acrylic & collage on canvas)