I was a stage director, choreographer, producer and teacher. In 2003, I became a mom, and in 2006, and in 2009. Along the way, I became a photographer. Then I regressed to my early youth art pursuits: painting, drawing, collaging and writing. So I called myself a Professional Dabbler, but that didn’t quite feel right. Now I consider myself to be a Multi-Passionate Artist.
I finished this painting about a month ago. So much seems to have changed since then, and this painting languishes at my studio without me these days. But I was thrilled to have painted it and look forward to visiting it soon.
In the meantime, hopefully we can all wake soon to brighter days.
Sometimes I need to get away. Sometimes I need to connect with friends who really, really *get* anxiety. Sometimes I walk. Sometimes I take photographs along the way. Later, I can look back at the images and remind myself of what took my breath away but in a GOOD way.
Breathe. Now do it again. Repeat. This too shall pass.
Branching out, blog-wise. Sharing some of the mixed media works I am generating. Freaks me out a little. Going to do it anyway. This one is going to be a blank greeting card. (You can see the fold.) It doesn’t have a name. Yet.
(Ink, Copic marker, Wink of Stella, Sakura Gelly Roll.)
When you are convinced that all the exits are blocked, either you take to believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird. The miracle is that the honey is always there, right under your nose, only you were too busy searching elsewhere to realize it. The worst is not death but being blind, blind to the fact that everything about life is in the nature of the miraculous. – Henry Miller