freedom

I feel free... something inside me has lifted and some of those things that mattered immensely once, not so long ago, are no longer of great consequence.
I have gone through so many changes in the last couple of years...
Let go of some of my security, taken a few risks...
It's worked out pretty well.
Lets continue this trend into the new year...

art 12-28-09

Getting a journal ready to do my morning pages in, to me this feels like a teenage expression, I almost painted back over it but then thought, nah... it's okay to embrace my inner teenager, who by the way has a rockin' mohawk. This was a plain blank journal that I started in 2008 and abandoned as I so often do... hopefully doing Dayna's Artist Way: Walking in this World class will help me get and stay inspired with my writing as well as other forms of artistic expression.

This was my other creation of the evening, I like this one better, it's not finished yet though I have a feeling - vintage thesaurus page with paint and ink. Might have to add some gold...

_/*Autonomy*/_

/I couldn't be there for your birth,/

/I hadn't been thought of,/

/or even considered,/

/someday I would be the momentary/

/disappointment, just another girl.../

/
/

/“Girls” they always said, /

/the phrase I remember most /

/from childhood, /

/when did we become separate?/

/When did we become
/

/Kelan,
/

/Shelby?/

/
/

/A thousand miles between us,/

/once that didn't even matter,/

/as I spent a thousand Saturdays/

/tied to the phone cord, /

/afraid to move/

/trying to make you laugh,/

/trying to make you see/

/that it was worth living.../

/when you were /

/visiting ghosts, /

/cliff diving into /

/the past, again and again and again/

/I was there to catch you/

/as you fell,/

/though sometimes I buckled /

/beneath the weight\/

/of shared memory/

/
/

/There was never anywhere/

/I would have rather been,/

/than there with you,/

/we were conjoined/

/as surely as twins,/

/although I wouldn't celebrate/

/your birthday for 2 more years.../

/
/

/Once you spent a million Sundays /

/trying to keep me from the razors edge,/

/from the deep end of the ocean,/

/from the call of my ribs, my bones, beautiful/

/beneath the skin, so close then,/

/to the surface,/

/You spent your youth,/

/trying to fix, what it took half a lifetime,/

/to break/

/Though your fingers bled/

/sometimes/

/from all that stitching/

/and no thimble to save you/

/and you wrote poems/

/in the blood.../

/always resourceful,/

/we were raised like pioneers./

...

written for my sister on her birthday. 12/19/09.

Christmas Art

While my son has been happily playing away on his new PS3 I was busy making art. I had a friend come over on Christmas night and we played with some mixed media techniques. These images are a combination of india ink, acrylic, marker, graphite, oil pastel and watercolor crayons with lots of gold rubbing and my own hand carved stamps added in to satisfy my fixations... the clippings are from vintage fairytale books and thesaurus'. Fueled by coffee and then wine, it was a lot of fun! Funny how sweet my art comes across in direct contrast to my photography which I think has a dark edge to it... I've always kind of fought against my own drawing style but I think slowly I'm learning to appreciate and embrace it. Hope all of you had as wonderful a holiday as I did, Monday I'm back to work after a week off... lets see what awaits me!

first visual journal highlights

I finally finished my visual journal, it's been nearly a year in the making, I feel exhilaration and loss at the same time...
this one is my favorite

The song lyrics on the second page are for Memory Lane by Elliott Smith - check it out... great song, wonderful lyrics...

this reads "close to my heart" and the insert is a dictionary entry for creative.

life as usual?

I'm up early this morning - did a 15 minute work out and got all clean and shiny... now it's time to relax and nag Damian about getting ready alternately.
Day before yesterday Damian got fitted with an ambulatory EEG machine and wore it for 24 hours, it was removed yesterday and life goes on as usual - other than the waiting to discover the results. Damian had an "event" while wearing the machine which means that he passed out cold and landed with eyes wide open completely unresponsive. I swooped in to soften the fall as I could see him heading face first, but I can't do anything else, the most frustrating things imaginable to me as a parent. So now, we wait.
My art has been taking a low priority to everything else in my life, but last weekend I went to my friend Michelle's and we were hip deep in arts and crafts after my visit to craft warehouse that morning. Right now I'm concentrating on getting my body healthy and hoping that my mind will follow. I've been exercising every single day for at least a half an hour for the past 2 weeks and have been keeping track of what I eat on sparkpeople.com. One more week to building a habit. I hate to talk about weight loss as it's hard for me to admit that I have a problem, but it's not likely anyone will be looking at me and not noticing that over the past year and a half I've gotten fat, it's just reality. What makes it really hard for me is that for over 11 years I had an active eating disorder - anorexia/bulimia. My metabolism is shot as a result and my self esteem as well... so it's important that I do this in a healthy way and don't let myself get too stressed, which is hard to do when you've got a child who has health issues and a job that requires a lot of you... but I'll just do my best. After all, I suppose for me, this is just life as usual.

Getting ready for my photoshoot with Destree today, woke up at 5:20 this morning and decided to go with it, only 25 mins earlier than i wake up on a work day. Destree will be dressed as a clown and we will be working this into the mood of a lost family theme... I did my own makeup this morning and took a couple of snapshots,.. the makeup isn't perfect but I think the mood is evident anyways.