I was amazed and honored to be featured as an Annapurna Woman over on Carrie-Anne Moss’s gorgeous site, Annapurna Living. Have you seen it? It is a lovely website devoted to sacred motherhood, womanhood, meditation, etc. I see it is a virtual Red Tent–a place for women to go to connect deeply about what matters most.
…and just like that…I’m back! I am emerging from my annual one-month social media fast after 35 days. I have so much to say but won’t say any of it yet. Instead, I did some sketches so you can see the difference. I just love before-and-afters, don’t you? So, the first drawing is the Before. It is what social media feels like to me:
Happy summer! Maybe because I was an August baby, I just love, love, love summertime. I love swimming and playing and the way time slows to a crawl in the summer–slow, nectar–dripping time.
Summer usually means I get the sheer privilege of fewer deadlines and emails so I can just surrender to my children and family–to just BE with them. Just be. To feel the exotic bliss of boredom…for my kids and me. Real-live, honest-to-goodness boredom. To just make dinner and organize the house and live really simply–eating watermelon, doing puzzles and seeing movies. After reading The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up this winter, I plan to get very Marie Kondo with my house and my life this summer. (And I’m already very Marie Kondo.)
You know when you do something so often but you don’t identify yourself with it? It is almost under your radar? That’s how teaching is for me. I guide big groups of people on an almost weekly basis through many different topics–teaching kids to draw the figure, grown-ups to paint, vision boards, creativity, color theory, sewing, drawing, collage, and on and on. I wrote a book and made a DVD about creativity. But I haven’t really identified myself as a teacher. Rather, I view myself as a creativity enabler. But to my resumé of life, I think I can finally add one more word–teacher.
A note from our president and CEO (that’s just me in my pajamas…but shhhh…don’t tell anyone):
Hiya. I don’t really see you here much anymore. I mean–I don’t seem to post very often lately. But I have a really good excuse. This blog you see here in front of you is new. We converted to this WordPress platform from Blogger a few months ago. And it isn’t even done yet. And for a blogger, that is kinda like getting a new car. You have to get used to the new placement of things. And I’d say I went from a simple, intuitive Honda Accord to a complicated, dashboard-y, and not-at-all-intuitive but very new and fancy Cadillac Escalade.
Hello, my Phoenix, Arizona friends!
I’m excited to invite you all to the first of a series of special workshops. In these workshops, I will be sharing many aspects of creativity and making–including painting, drawing, Indian wood block printing, dream-catcher creating and other magical experiences.
The first workshop is just two weeks from today. The Art of Finding–A PAINTING WORKSHOP will be on March 29th, 1-4 p.m. in the studio. (Space is limited.)
We don’t really make paintings…we find them. You’ll learn how to tune-in in this hands-on acrylic painting workshop. I will share some inspirational images and techniques with you to help you do that thing you have been wanting to do–to paint–to play–to make a mess–to explore–to find yourself. We will dig in, paint in layers, wash them off and paint some more. All you need is an open heart.
NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY! Truly. You’ll start wherever you are. I will supply canvas and materials.
Register here and stay tuned for more…
I just found this post from a year ago. It never got published and so I’m sending it out today. A little intuitive color theory from a personal place:
I have always thought it was that grown-ups were afraid of color…that we lose our way over the course of life and end up in the mire of putty, taupe, grey and beige because we become afraid of expressing ourselves and our feelings through color. I owned a business for over 15 years in which I helped people choose shades of taupe, raw sienna and murky purple for their walls and I painted them to look old and soft. I also painted murals. And have since lectured on color theory many times and even cited this putty-taupe-grey business as a sad affair that afflicts grown-ups but never children. Children know exactly which colors they love and they are almost always bright. But tonight, I have absolutely changed my thoughts on this in a shocking realization: