Dancing in the moonlight....

Celestial Clockwork

One for Meander

Mind's eye view of Myrtle Beach, earlier this year.
Wish I was there...
photograph/water color pencils/ sponge print

Some night thoughts --
It's quiet tonight. I can hear the cicadas, and the dog is sighing in her sleep. I like coming here.
To blog world... I can show the world I exist. And I see others too, looking, wandering by on "next blog" road. Strange world. We meet people on a screen, and may pass them on the street and not know.

Time flies

Where does the time go?
A whole work week has almost passed, and I have no art work to show for it! Not even a doodle! I can't wait for the weekend. I get up, go downstairs, where my art space is, and the sun streams through my window, and I get to create, create, create. Bliss, bliss, bliss.

Anyhow, a wonderful morning to you from me and my furry kids!

It's Monday again

Thank you all for the well wishes! I feel better, even though not a 100% yet. I slept so much! Could use another day of rest, but I am going to work. Will try to catch up on art and e-mail tonight... :::waving:::

Goddess Mandalas

Today I found two things that I have been looking for for weeks: my glue gun, and my precious collection of rubber stamps. (I still have lots of boxes to unpack from moving!) But, the funny thing is that even though I still like commercial rubber stamps, I found that the awkward little hand carved stamp of the Goddess I made, produced an image that seemed somehow richer, in spite of, or because of its flaws...

Just for comparison: this third mandala was stamped with a bought rubber stamp. Nice also, but I like the rougher hand made image better.

feeling sick

I'm sick.
I couldn't even finish my shift yesterday, I was getting worse by the minute with a nasty cold and fever. I slept from 8:30pm last night until 11:30 am this morning. And then some more this afternoon. And I could go back to sleep again. I feel just all around yucky.
My doggie keeps trying to get me to get up by pulling the sheets off of me and grabbing hands or licking my face, or any other uncovered piece of skin. It's hard to be sick with an enthusiastic dog.

The Night Tree

the nights here are hazy soft dark blue grey
I wander outdoors in my bare feet and listen to the cicadas.
that's when I feel most wondrous about being here, and the heat feels friendly and warm instead of sweltering and all consuming.
The moon seems closer.

Flame Goddess

"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."
--From Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

I have dissappeared!

I can't see my blog. I just get a blank page. Yikes!

Today's journal page

Sometimes it's so incredibly hard to do the everyday routine of getting up early, going to work, coming home, and it starts all over the next day. I find that there is not much energy left for myself at the end of the day. I'm struggeling with the heat and humidity here, it wears me out. The other day I was thinking: "I don't want to go to work..." and I thought about where I'd rather be. Well, here you can see where I'd like to be....

Altered text ATCs

Some play with words ...

First stamp carving

Inspired by my artsy-sweety friend Aimhleas over at http://aimhleas.blogspot.com/ , I tried my hand at carving a stamp. This is the result. It was easier than I thought, and harder than it looks. I definitely want to explore that further !
If you want to see some really cool carvings, you should visit Aimhleas' blog!

On Creativity

To create - to cause to come into existence; make, originate, produce

Every since I can remember I have always loved creating or making stuff.It is my way of connecting, of feeling alive and of being totally in the now.I know many of you feel the same way...Feeling that inspiration, we pick up the brush, the yarn, the pen, the cooking pot. With these tools we express ourselves, adding beauty, truth and positivity to the world. We celebrate the energy that enables us to create and become one with it . We draw, paint, sculpt, weave, write, design web pages, bake , run our own business, sing, dance, doodle.....it matters not what we choose to do, it only matters that we recognize our need to be creative and honour it. Creativity gives to you and the world. It empowers us. It nourishes us. It is what life is all about. Never forget that you are a creative being. Honour that creativity. Honour it in others as well. Focus. Creativity needs a nurturing environment. without the many distractions that are continually available. Busy work and creativity are not the same thing. Don't allow negative self-talk or negative comments from others to stop you from your creative pursuits. .When you chose to share your work with others, don't be overly influenced by their reactions. Most will respond positively, but there will always be the critics, the nay sayers. Don't share your work with negative people unless you are strong enough to not let it affect you. Allow for "mistakes", see them as lessons and opportunities for more growth. Focus on the process, not the finished product. Work without being attached to outcome. We must enjoy what we are doing, not be product driven. View your work, as well as yourself, as "a work in progress".Take risks, go out on a limb. Listen when that small voice inside, says "what if we did it this way instead" The act of creativity is also the act of discovery.Respect those times, when creativity appears to be blocked. Don't get overwhelmed thinking you'll never get it happening again. Trust these times of fallow. They happen to every creative person and often precede the birth of a new creation.. Never give up, keep at it. Suspend the inner critic. Keep it humble. Keep it real. You are just one of the components required for creativity to flourish. Like the brush, the yarn, the clay, the wheel, the computer, the guitar see yourself as one part of the cosmic chain of creativity.

......"and there is only the dance"........T.S. ELIOT

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Today's journal page

From her hand spills forth the sea...

How I would love to be like this -- silent and solitary, powerful creator of life that stays hidden
Does that sound a little too conceited?
It's not meant to be. My heart feels so big sometimes, so much to give, and it goes by unnoticed.

(rubber stamp by Meer Image, collage art, water color, and gel pen art by Etayne)

On my way to work

This is what it looks like when I drive to work. It's early in the morning, the far distance has a hazy quality, and it's green, green green.. I only managed a couple of pictures today, maybe more tomorrow....

summer art doll

I had a wonderfully artsy day!
These are some little art dolls for a swap over at http://vb.nervousness.org/. I was originally going to sew the doll, but chickened out. I think I'd rather try that on my own first, not for a swap. These little gals are not quite finished yet, they are waiting for embellishment: pretty beads, nature's bounty, shiny things...
I don't know yet which one I will keep, either. But altogether it made for a lovely afternoon creating. I had to share with Fiona, who delighted in stealing my twigs and chewing them up.

The Rules!

I saw this at Dollywood, in an old one-room school house exhibit. It's one of the nice things that Dolly Parton does here -- the preservation of old times, old things, old arts and crafts.

School Mistress Etayne would have never made it in two petticoats!! (And I work in Green County!) :::giggle:::

Goddess Root

Today's journal page

Here is that same drawing, I touched it up with a soft pencil, and photographed it in the daylight. Artificial light always adds such nice warm toasty colors, but this is what it looks like now.
Still something missing. The dragon? The knight? The damsel in distress? It'll come to me in time...


Just a doodle, really... was watching a fairy tale on TV and this came onto the page. I lost a lot of the texture detail with the water color crayon wash, and something seems to be missing. I dunno...
What do you think?