Getting ready for the Women’s March in Portland, I am reminded of a sweet story about Mother Teresa….it was said she would never march in an “Anti-War” protest demonstration…..but would always participate in a demonstration for “Peace”. I march tomorrow for what I believe to be my truth and my hope.
Yes, I still “Got Hope?”
Words fail when it comes to expressing my gratitude for the heartfelt service and sacrifice of our veterans…and current service “guardians”. This is a re-post from a few years ago…but today, more than ever, I feel we need to be reminded of the values and beliefs of what it means to be American.
I found this letter among my late father’s things..it is his letter of gratitude from the Secretary of the Navy for his service in WWII. I thought it was everything that I would like to say…today and everyday….to each and every man and woman that serves this country.
When the muse is napping…or taking a few days off…and you need a little inspiration…it’s time to spend some nonsense time fooling around SCRAP…just gets the creative juices sparkin’
I love learning how artists approach their work…always curious to see their studio set up…do they listen to music…eat a particular food…are their critters around…what gets them started in the morning…or is it more like after dark????
Scrolling thru my phone photos, I realized I had a little photo story to tell…
But that process starts out looking more like a blank page…or a blank canvas…or, in my case, an empty table, cleaned off and ready for me to do some Assemblage!
I have various piles of “stuff” that have been calling to me…
And so, it begins…
This time, with the additional inspiration and loving hands of Jodi Cain who has given us the starting point of creating one of her signature clay heads…
I start to begin my own….
And so after hours of this and that, could it, maybe not, how about, Oy Vey, Yes, No, let’s try that again, how do you use a drill….
“I happen to believe that we are all walking repositories of buried treasure.”
That’s what Elizabeth Gilbert says….and I believe her….some days more than others…some days, I WANT to believe and have to talk myself into it…other days, I decide to give myself loving encouragement so I go to an Art Party at Four Corners Design . It was time to fall in love with creating from pure inspiration again…back to the place where you lose track of time and “should” and
jump in an art puddle.
A treasure of mine…created by precious angels….to spur me on in the early days…