Kindness. Color. Laughter. Art.
What will be your legacy?
You might as well start with this lovely 2014 calendar. Fans of my Facebook page will have a chance to win one later this month, or you might decide to buy one for someone you love.
Sorry to my lovely friends and followers… I had trouble adding a link to my last post – I am not very good at posting from my I-Phone.
Anyway, here is the link back to the original post: Yoga Gypsy
And here is the link the the store if you’d like to go straight there! Yoga Gypsies for sale!
When I drew Yoga Gypsy, I was coming off of a year of some serious health challenges… I knew I needed to be creating art again, but i just couldn’t find the energy to do much at all. I pressed on the best I could, doing daily(ish) yoga and gentle exercise in my studio… I was not ready to let my body fall apart. It was absolutely amazing how much better I was feeling, just using the most delicate movements from yoga and belly dance.
Soon I became stronger, and sketches started to emerge from my journals as I started to find energy in the art. I used that energy to get more energy and I remember feeling some of that energy in my yoga. It was at that time that i realized that both of these parts of my life were not separate… they existed within each other… because of each other. I knew movement and art would heal me.
Yoga Gypsy was one of the first drawings I knew I wanted to share… in hopes she could help someone else find strength and inner peace. And she is now available at my RedBubble store, in several colors and designs! Kind of a big deal!! 🙂
Greeting Cards, Prints, Framed Art, Canvases… Enjoy! and Thank you!
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month!
I’ve seen dozens, if not hundreds of online contests on blogs, facebook, instagram… but never considered entering one. I guess if it’s not a million dollars, or a date with Mark Wahlberg, i’m not really interested. I just really don’t want any more stuff.
A few weeks back though, I did enter one of those online contests. I just happened across it, cruising through my feed, and for the first time I was like… “hell yah! sign me up!!” The very talented, inspiring artist, Joann Loftus was giving away a print…any print! A hand embelleshed print of one of her original mixed media paintings, which i absolutely drool over. Yup. I occasionally drool over art. And, Mark Wahlberg. Enough about him though… I won the art!! And I just wanted to tell the world!!!
It came in the mail wrapped up in this delicious paper with a special note on one of her sweet cards. (her painting Create)
Rewind about a year… my husband and I did a lot of work remodeling our bedroom. It was my first little attempt at being a “designer”. I had this vision that just wouldn’t go away.
I had become passionate about the project… Together we made it happen, and it became a huge part of a healing process we were going through after some health issues. The room was transformed from mostly-dreadful to semi-delightful, but with a severe lack of funds, the project came to a screeching halt before my favorite part of the design… the ART!!! I knew there had to be art, that wasn’t my own, that I hadn’t seen yet. When I saw it, I would know.
I brought up this back story because it is important for you to understand how excited I am having added the first piece of art (besides a few of my own which don’t count) to our Bohemian Zen bedroom. When I saw the contest Joann had posted, I knew I wanted one of her pieces in our bedroom.
Most artists would agree, nothing says appreciation for someone’s art like forking over some well-earned dough. Since I wouldn’t be paying for this piece, I wanted to somehow express how much I really did appreciate it. Sending a heartfelt email just didn’t seem enough. So I broke out a top ten list… written especially for Joann, and pasted it into the email. I was pretty sure this whole thing was a scam, since it seemed much to good to be true, but I sent the email with my painting of choice.
It was not an easy or instant decision…I can relate deeply to so many of her pieces (Create was actually the first runner-up!)… but without a doubt it was meant to be, She Has Trouble with Numbers.
The Top Ten Reasons I love She Has Trouble With Numbers, by Joann Loftus
Summer is long gone. Fall is nearly devoid of all color. New England is known for its breathtaking foliage and autumn wonder, but the window is small. It feels like i blinked and the color was gone. Last weekend, I knew it would be my last chance of the year to enjoy the warm sunshine and colors in my yard. Tiny still-lifes everywhere. I didn’t want these moments it to go unappreciated and forgotten.
Sure enough, here it is the following weekend, and the grey veil has settled upon us. The sky is drab, the blossoms are shriveled, and the trees are almost bare. Sandy threatens to wipe out what remains. It will be cold and grey for the next five months. Goodbye color and light…for now. This is where art comes in.
Stay safe in the storm.
Nothing energizes me and exhausts me, so acutely and simultaneously, as a busy weekend in New York City…especially a gorgeous sunny October weekend. I can barely walk afterwards, i always gain about five pounds, but I can’t stop thinking about it’s beauty for days and weeks afterwards. Beautiful streets, beautiful people…my senses max out as i try to take in every building, every face, every color, every word in lights. I’d add, every smell… but there a few of those I could do without. Many are delicious and lovely of course! I feel like i am being yanked in fifty directions by sticky peanuts, greasy hotdogs, giant cookies, and tiny cupcakes. Did I mention the pizza and ice-cream? Ample Hills, Brooklyn, Shout-Out!!!
I often long to live in the city, to be able to experience it’s rich brilliance day in and day out, to be able to walk outside for miles and miles. But visiting is pretty great too. I tend to take a LOT of photos while i am there. Someday I’ll get my “real” camera, and a clue how to use it, but for now I must express myself with my husband’s point and shoot. This past weekend in NYC was especially breathtaking. Thanks for coming with me, Amanda! Thanks again for having us Mel, Sean and Teru!
absolutely inspired, sore as f*ck, and always hungry,
p.s. i think the only thing i forgot to take a picture of was the Ample Hills ice-cream shop in Brooklyn… i was very distracted.
p.s.s. Brooklyn Flea… I did not forget about you! I will save a separate blog post just for you! (-:
I first came across the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum while roaming about Boston back in the early 90’s with some [of my favorite] friends. I don’t remember how we ended up there, or who’s idea it was to go in… but from the moment I caught a glimpse of the magical botanical courtyard, I knew I must tell others about it… and I knew I must someday return here. Specifically (and secretly), I hoped I would return with someone I love. You know…maybe with a husband or something.
Fast forward 20 years to last weekend…just having met what they call middle age… and I was finally making it back for a visit. I was bringing someone I love too, which was cool. (-: My husband doesn’t much think about art and such things, but he made the two hour trip to Boston with me for my recent birthday. Once in the city, we found free rock-star parking only one block away (and not in a tow zone!). After taking a quick photo or two (or three…) out front, we found ourselves walking past the giant iron gates, through the “whimsical meets Gothic” doors and into a dimly lit corridor. We were greeted by a friendly guard, and the grand four story courtyard… and showered by the most delicate light. It was just as breathtaking as the first time i saw it. It was better than i even remembered it to be. I knew I was having a moment…I was pretty sure that we were having a moment.
[Although my husband would say his moment came later when we were having beer and bacon burgers]
We made our way through shadowy corridors and up marble staircases (butt workout…bonus!), around each corner greeted by a different viewing room, all with walls of vibrant colors, vintage leathers and fabrics, and all with brilliantly framed views of the courtyard. Each room was filled to the brim with art and treasures from all around the world. There were brief, but foot-stomping-temper-tantrum-make-me-so-stinking-mad reminders of the mysteriously stolen Rembrandts and Degas drawings (amongst works by other masters that some loser walked off with). Every nook and cranny, every tile in the wall, every window, every piece of furniture – it all had a story to tell. This was Isabella’s collection. Her collection that she decided she wanted to share with all of us. How lucky i felt to be standing there, again, on my birthday, with Isabella, and my husband.
For twenty years, whenever someone asks me to close my eyes and envision myself in one of the most beautiful places i have ever been, I am immediately transported to this place. Photography is not permitted inside (bummer), but you can see some sneak peaks if you do a Google search, or go to the official website. Even so, I hope I have inspired someone to travel there someday, or to stop in if just passing through.
Thank You, Isabella!
photo of courtyard : source www.gardnermuseum.org