Monday, August 29, 2016

A Walk By a Winter's Pond and Being Grateful

Bench Photography
Maybe you've noticed I am posting photos of benches ;) and since it's HOT and humid, I thought it would be nice to look at a photo of winter.  I took this photograph the day before I got the news about my Mammogram. A lovely soft snowy Sunday and a walk by Ellis Pond happily ignorant of what was to come. I remember this morning so well and being in awe of the pristine beauty after a gentle snowfall. My husband and I were the only people there, and the place had a majestic sacredness about it. Just us, the snow, the pond, the trees, and the sounds of nature.  
So you see dear readers it isn't JUST a bench, but a place much loved by many, and full of memories. 

"When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love."
Marcus Aurelius
~

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Red Bench at the Heard Museum Phoenix Arizona

Sculpture Garden in Heard Museum 
"The overall mission of the Heard Museum is to educate the public about the heritage and the living cultures and arts of Native peoples, with emphasis on the peoples of the Southwest. The Heard Museum is not a history museum. It is a living museum featuring both artifacts and contemporary art of Native cultures".


Friday, August 26, 2016

Before Breast Cancer and After Breast Cancer

Things change and for some it's dramatic,  for others it's more nuanced, sometimes for better sometimes for worse, but without a doubt cancer changes things. I can't talk for others, the dynamic of their lives and personalities are different. For me the change was nuanced with some priority shifts.

I've never taken life for granted, or the joys in it, but now there is relief and a keener appreciation. 

Dadirri is part of my daily life.


As You Sow So Shall You Reap and I thank goodness because at my lowest point dear family, friends, and people in my community blessed me with their love and support.
Yes shit happens
but I am here
 to learn from it
deal with it
grow from it
AND 
Where once the pain of indifference or being ghosted would have lingered, now I thank goodness the type of person who would do that is out of my life.  

Pressure To Be a Professional Artist
That's gone
 I do ART and it will be what it will be.

Choosing what NOT to waste time on
as in not sweating the small stuff

Carpe Diem

  

easier said that done but working on it

Keeping a Sense of Humour
well that didn't change one bit ;)





Sunday, August 21, 2016

Sunday Sundry in the Creative Mind of an Artist

It just never stops, that need to create even when it comes to the Sunday morning dishes and the irresistible sun shadows reflecting through the glass onto the kitchen counter.prisma app
sun-dry
various items not important enough to be mentioned individually

Putting aside a lazy start to the day, I am back to sewing blue felt butterflies for the DML residency, and have taken a few photos of two artists for a Dayton City Paper article, and will get back to working on my wee BIG BOY painting. Meanwhile as I sew blue butterflies my mind is buzzing with ideas for a future project. 
BREAK TIME
Gotta clean up the kitchen
 and
help mr. b make sushi for lunch
cheers all and thanks for dropping by

PS
I forgot to mention my POWA! blog I run with jafapal Nancy Mellon was featured in the Dayton City Paper 

POWA!

As if dealing with sexism in the arts isn't enough, older women face another ism that gets little attention, ageism. Older women artists continue to be overlooked, ignored or presumed past their prime or ability.