6/13/17 Notes to Myself: In all the world there is a common thread of greatness. Built of atoms. We matter. The arrangements may vary and the external forms differentiated. The potential exponential if we see our common bond. It’s all there. Inside. Nothing to be created. Built of atoms. We matter.
5/24/17 Notes to Myself: When life gives you rice cakes… smother them with peanut butter? Is that what I’m doing? I’m not so sure I even like rice cakes but I’ve been eating them with peanut butter. Hmm… I love peanut butter.It reminds me of my childhood where peanut butter sandwiches were quite common. I […]
5/14/17 Notes to Myself: Mother’s Day. I’m a mother with a daughter. And a daughter without a mother. At times I think I’ve felt like an empty cable car. It’s hard to remember what my mother looked like it’s been so long since her passing. I was 24. Last night I remembered some watercolor paintings […]
4/20/17 Notes to Myself: I don’t know. And sometimes that feels scary. Sometimes it feels like I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think about that too long. When I’m creating that seems to disappear into the atmosphere and there’s a great peace within my soul. Maybe I can be a flower. I’m […]
3/30/17 Notes to Myself: Got my sketchbook out this week because I was given a free set of Charvin Water Soluable Pastel Sticks. I’m not a pastel artist but I thought I would give it whirl. It was fun and frustrating trying to navigate the colors, lines,textures etc. And then where does the water fit […]
3/24/17 Notes to Myself: Is comfort food, food for the soul? I’m not so sure it’s been good for mine or very comforting. At least not in the way I needed. And there’s been so much I’ve needed to comfort throughout the course of my life. Food seemed to be my friend and patient companion […]
3/14/17 Notes to Myself:I feel naked. When I step off that cliff of protection, armor and shield I am exposed. It’s scary, real and uncluttered. I liken this to standing on the platform posing, stripped of all clothing. It’s raw and beautiful. Wrapping my arms around myself. Timid to bare all. Afraid of what others […]