On Being Grateful, On Being an Artist and... Preparing a Path

This week has been rather special to me... it's been about budding friendships and making transitions in irreplaceable ones reflecting on the positive memories. You see, I'm in transition and am absolutely loving every minute of it. Just imagine a snake shedding its skin revealing it's new powerful body (okay too weird).... visualize a cocoon releasing a magnificent butterfly (kinda fun), an egg busting open with a chick (too messy), an actual renaissance in the making... my, my too much to comprehend?

Okay just try to see this- every time I go to the easel I begin a wonderful process of putting the first sketch lines and paint on a tight pristine canvas--- Knowing thoroughly that these first steps will take me on a wonderful journey of exploring color and line and, you know-- all the stuff- the vision, the focus, the discovery ....as I create a new painting.

Now imagine that my life is the new pristine canvas.... and everything I do makes me happy, makes me laugh out loud - (so that's where that enigmatic symbol :) and "lol" comes from), causes tears that baptise my face, and makes my cheek muscles ache with JOY. I've begun this new painting.... it's going to be a masterpiece!!

This week I'm visualizing a strong healthy body,..... a thriving art business, ... healthy, joyful, caring relationships, ....a warm supportive community, .....an upcoming collaborative creative classroom, and enough money to enable a dear friend to make her own path, to allow her to paint her own new canvas.

That's what this week has been all about and I still chuckle to myself.... a JOURNEY HAS BEGUN, the steps are being taken (or tookin, if you want) and life is very, very good.

stay tuned..... the eagle is in flight

Serene settings such as these are never quite what they seem. An early rise on Pennamaquan Lake is filled with the most exasperating little blood sucking creatures. No amount of fly dope or prayer will keep them from their task, which is, simply put... to drive you insanely mad while you attempt to capture the miracle of soft light lifting out of the distant misty shores. My advise is to stay indoors behind specialized no-see-um proof screens.... but if you must venture forth to fill your creative needs go before dawn, wear a hooded jacket, be nimble, be quick, and make a bee line back to your safety net as soon as possible. For there is nothing more frustrating than trying to snap a picture with skeeters in your ears and bloody splats on your lens.