Thursday, March 29, 2012


Doesn't everyone have a belly cast that's been turned into a work of art on display in their living room?

Yep. That'd be me.

(Please forgive this terrible photo I took... )

I remember when my aunt first came to my house after my son was born, and it was standing in the corner. She NEVER mentioned it. Not once. And we have a SMALL house. It kinda stands out. And back then the walls were white, it stood out even more at the time.

I suppose it could make some folks nervous.

It's probably not everyone's cup of tea. But oh well... that doesn't seem to stop me...

The artist who created this beautiful piece is Brad Devereaux. He is someone I admire very much, a friend, and a completely unconventional kinda guy. You can read a wee bit more about him here.

His art is phenomenal. He should be famous.

I am one lucky person to know him and to have his art within the four walls of my house.

He's also hot.

I learned all about intuitive, fearless painting from this fabulous chica. But soon realized that this is what Brad has been doing all along. He creates from his soul, his heart. He cannot predict what will appear on the canvas or in his sculptures. It is pure magic to witness the results of the faith he has in this process. And not that this process comes easily. Oh no.

Here are some photos I took from his latest solo show... they don't do the art justice. The vibrant colors, the textures... I could study them for hours.

Aren't they just incredible?

I'm sharing Brad and his art with you because I just so believe more people need to know about his art, and him. And also, because he inspires me. When someone asks you that question, who are the heroes in your life? I can answer that one easily, Brad Devereaux.

And so it's him that I think of when I start letting the inner critic - also known as Fear - take up residence in my head, both whispering and shouting out all the reasons why I couldn't possibly be an artist ... I remember the unconventional heroes in my life, the far and few between, and how they inspire me. And how they remind me to keep going. No matter what. To light the candle in honor of courage, in honor of taking risks - despite the fear - to be unconventional, and to believe.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

What's On My Easel Today and Thank You!

Spring break starts on Thursday. And it is 9 days long ~ NINE! (That doesn't include weekends my friends.) That equals two Tuesdays and two Fridays if you're counting. Which you may not be, but I am. That means it will be over TWO WEEKS until I have some quiet alone time again.


I've mentioned that I am, at heart, a hermit, yes? But with a job and a child and a very small cabin in the woods. I NEED my alone time. It is my sustenance. Like air.

I'll survive.


So, with that in mind and today being Tuesday ... I made the most of my painting day. Not a dish was washed, a meal prepared, nor Facebook visited. (Ok, that's a lie. I did pop in for a minute while I was waiting for some paint to dry.)

And I'm so EXCITED by what appeared on the canvas. Each and every time, I am AMAZED by what shows up when I let go, when I quiet the inner critic, and slide into that intuitive groove.

I am feeling SO blessed and grateful that it's happening more often than not these days.

(Waaahh, TWO weeks...)

(I'll be okay.)


You'll remember last week painting #36 started out as painting #20 (go HERE to see the original and HERE for the finished version).

I decided I have a few others that need the same, um, treatment. I pulled out #21 and set about tapping into my intuition. This is the before.

I never liked it.

Well, I liked the little white orb over on the left. But that was about it. So it was no problem whatsoever to start smearing paint all over it.

And it all happened so quickly. Bada boom! It was done.

That right there is enough to make me believe in miracles.

And so here we have #37.


I'm so loving all these beings who are showing up in my paintings. So ethereal, such presence...

Ahhhhh. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE painting?

It's gonna be a long two weeks my friends ... maybe I'll forgo sleep?

Wish me luck.


I wanted to also say a huge THANK YOU to all you lovelies who are leaving comments here on this blog. It is such a divinely good feeling to be part of a supportive and encouraging group of folks. And I don't even KNOW some of you! That just blows me away. People I don't know are reading this blog. By choice ~ not because I've guilted you into it or because you are related to me!

How awesome are all of you! So thank you, sincerely, for the love.

It gives me faith in this big crazy world. It really does.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Snapshots of My Life

As part of stepping up my blogging experience (and creativity), on Mondays I'm going to be sharing a photo or two.

A brief snapshot from my life.


Working, but dreaming of France...

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Et VoilĂ !

And, ta da... here is the finished version.

I'm quite in love with it.

Don't you just love it when Love sneaks up on you?


What's next? No. 37 awaits!

(You can see the whole "series" HERE. My 43 paintings for my 43rd year.)

Oh! And speaking of stories, I've given mine a little TLC and sparkle HERE.

Happy Sunday my friends.
Unless it's already Monday where you are, then happy Monday to you!

Friday, March 23, 2012

What's On My Easel Today

I have decided to step up my blogging experience. I feel like I want to get more creative here. Share more of me. Tell my story with a little more depth. So, starting today, I am going to be doing some "regular" posts. Showing you the process of my art, sharing photos that reflect my life right now, filling you in on my stories, past and present.

And I'm starting today. Here's what I'm working on right now in "my art studio" (aka the kitchen table).

Remember this painting? It is called Love. And was #20 of 43 from my 43 Painting series I embarked on last year. I did this one last summer, in August.

I wasn't quite happy with it. It felt like it came a little bit too much from my brain and not my heart. A little too linear, a little to cerebral. And so I decided it needed a do-over. Or a make-over. Or whatever you want to call it. Here's what happened in one sitting.

The central Buddha looking figure was "supposed to be" Sarasvati, Indian goddess of the arts, music, knowledge and learning. And see there was that problem again, trying a little too hard to create some certain thing. Even when my intuition was saying, let go. Don't hold on too hard to any one thing. See what happens. You might be surprised.

In my determination to let go I did. I dripped paint down the canvas and threw paint. (Not recommended when you live in a small house and paint on the kitchen table. Oops.) I got messy. SO not easy for this well entrenched Virgo.

And you know what? It felt GREAT! Of course it did! I can't wait for my actual studio to be done so I can get even messier!!

But I left Sarasvati there. Floating around in the middle. Not sure of what will happen to her in this journey. It will be interesting to see.

The next session gave us this progress.

I was in a quieter space. So lots of detail work. Dots. Layers. Texture. It felt a little more contemplative. A little deeper into the process.

Can I tell you how much I love this? Riding the wave of fast and furious and messy. Slowing down to reflect and go within. Pure bliss.

Painting is my meditation. It beats sitting on a pillow any day. My mind quiets down (for stretches anyway, not entirely of course) and my intuition, my heart, my soul, gets a chance to sing. I love her song.

Stay tuned... we'll see what comes next!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Waiting for Spring

Daffodils and Snow

Blogs are places for us to tell our stories. Sometimes we don't even realize we're in the middle of a story until we go back and read our old posts. Or when we happen onto someone else's blog and read about their life. Witnessing these stories from a removed distance, with the passing of time or because it's someone we don't personally know, gives them that flavor of a good book, with narrative threads, repeating themes, dramatic crescendos, and intimate details.

Because actually, that is our life. It contains all of these elements. And when we step back and reflect on our life, we realize that not only is our life unfolding page by page, but that we are the authors and can actually shape and shift the story as we go along. And, at the same time, we can reframe our past stories and tell them in new ways. A once painful experience can, in hindsight, be seen instead as a pivotal moment of growth and transformation. How we tell the story is as important as how we live it.

At the moment I'm reading Amy Thomas' blog that she started when she moved to Paris, in 2009. She had no idea what what would await her in that beautiful city. But I'm reading it now, knowing that she just recently published her first book. It's fascinating to read about her days, her ups and downs, her lows and highs, not yet knowing that a published book was hers in the making!

Which makes me think about my own life. What stories am I writing right now? What unknown adventures await me as I go about my day to day chores, taking little steps with my art, dreaming big about the possibilities - my story is being told. I'm in the middle of it. Always.

Right now? I feel like not much is happening. And yet, when I step back and take the long view, I can see that plenty is going on. I'm painting more and more, I sold a painting, I've been commissioned to do a CD cover, I have business cards with my art on them, I organized another weekend for my sisters on the coast... But more importantly, I am in a place where I've never been before. I know that when I quiet the chitter-chatter in my head I can hear with such clarity the song of my heart. And that unlike in the past, if I have a dream, I know I can make it come true. It doesn't have to remain only a dream. I have what it takes to bring it to life. I have a new found confidence that I did not have only last year.

My perspective is different. My story has changed. The events may be the same, but how I see them has shifted.

I haven't taken advantage of this yet, but if you are interested in hearing your story told back to you, reframed, and lit up from within, you might want to check out this beautiful soul. She will help you see your story anew, "Reframing your story is a chance for you to step into a better life, through telling a new story - pouring love on you as you have the courage to change the stories you live by."

So today, as I sit here watching the snow fall, waiting for spring, I remind myself that though life seems to be crawling by, a little too slow for my taste, it is still happening, right now, and always. Every single moment.

Friday, March 9, 2012

What I Do On Tuesdays and Fridays Instead of Laundry and Dishes

Here's what I could do:


Or laundry.

And yes, even this: check emails and get sucked into the wonderful world of Facebook.

(Luckily my ferocious attack cat Caesar guards the computer and so I am unable to even attempt this one.)

But instead I choose to do this.

Not without a little guilt. Not without a little angst.

But I do it anyway.

Thank [your choice of deity or life force name here].

Because then?

I can marvel at something like this:

Wondering where the heck it came from.

What it might mean.

And simply honor the process that brought it here.

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In other news, I ordered some business cards. You know, with my art on them. I do believe it's time to start getting serious about my art. Yes, finally.

Oh, and because she's my Soul Sister for one, but more importantly because she has a fabulous story to tell, in a way that is not your usual "find your purpose" kinda message, you should visit HERE.

Over and out for the weekend! Happy trails!