Archive for April, 2012
There is a conversation we have in our family every day, at least once a day for many years now. It’s a conversation that always livens up dinner time, daily commutes and road trips.
It’s called “coincidence of the day” and it usually goes something like this:
“You’ll never guess what my coincidence of the day was.” or “Guess how many coincidences of the day I had today.” I’ve taken to documenting them.
The more attention I pay to them, the more I get. I’m not looking out for them, but I am being present in the moment and taking in all that’s in my environment and following my intuition. It’s sort of like a game that makes life interesting.
So far today, I’ve had two. It’s only 1:31 p.m.
Here is one I had this morning:
Since the beginning of this school year, I have been working on an illustrated book with our younger daughter’s second grade class. As I was editing the illustrations on my computer and had decided to listen to music, but couldn’t find anything I particularly wanted to hear. However, I felt compelled to listen to a playlist entitled Neville, with 20 tracks from various lectures the late mystic Neville Goddard.
Just as I began working on the trees in the illustration of Earth Restored with everything again bright and beautiful, Neville began speaking about the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil in The Garden of Eden and how we create our world and our realities through our imaginations.
What a Coincidence!
Toot toot! I’m tooting my horn.
Which is something that I never did, ’till now.
A few years ago, I was in a group art show. One of them is a full-time thriving artist now living in NYC. I believe that exhibit was the beginning of my awakening.
During the reception, there was a Q&A, and I “played demure”. I was “humble” and gave one-sentence (if that much) answers to most questions. I made myself come across as mysterious, or as if they should know where I was coming from. Really – I was playing small.
Until Tonya Engel began answering her questions, I wasn’t even consciously aware of how I was being.
She stole the show!
Tonya stood tall, had a serene smile on her face, and answered every question in detail, and then some. She had rock-star posture. Her energy was centered and grounded and she spoke and carried herself as if “This Is My Show! Thank you for coming!” Tonya knew that all she had put into it – the hours, money, materials, intellect and emotions – were worth it.
And inside… I woke up, then got emotional.
See… I got it! Finally.
My art is a gift given to me, and meant to be shared.
It’s not about me, but it is.
It is about me sharing my talent with you, joyfully and abundantly.
I feel like the-luckiest-girl-in-the-world.
When I share it the way my friend Tonya shares hers… I inspire you to share and take action on yours!
It’s so simple.
And that is why I am tooting my horn (and looking forward to hearing yours, too).
Thank you for taking the time to read (and if so inclined – comment).
Love & Gratitude,
Where do dreams go?
Mine have gone nowhere (thankfully).
When I was young, drew pictures of my gallery.
Ten years ago, I sketched out my first website and built it. It was very basic and didn’t have any bells or whistles, but it was up and I was proud of it.
This site is my third rendition and though it doesn’t yet have all the bells and whistles either, I am happy with it and working on it when I can. It’s pretty.
The reason for this post is… I found a couple of three-ring binders I’d stashed away from years ago. They have slides, artist’s statements, bios, cvs, notes, mindmaps and sketches of my dream website. I compared them to what I have know and the plans I have in the making and aside from the shows and projects from these past few years, they are identical.
What a happy surprise!
It makes me feel at home : )
What does that mean, anyway? Just gave myself away. I’m the sort of a person who’d ask that sort of a question.
I am a person who loves to draw and paint and doodle. Art helps me find answers and peace. It’s where I commune with God. For everyone, it’s different. I suppose it’s the same for a person playing sports, or running, or making a good speech and inspiring people to action.
All I know is – when I make art, I’m in the flow and life makes sense. It brings me joy, and I hope that just a little of that transfers to the people who look at the paintings.
There is more, but this is what I can articulate at this time.
What do you do that brings you joy and puts you in the flow?
Don’t know if other artists get inspiration the way I do… if they see their paintings before they are made. For as long as I can remember, particular fully-done paintings have knocked at the door of my vision, sometimes for years until I bring them into the world. It’s as if they live in another dimension, and choose me to bring them forth here because they like my style. These images come to be in my dreams, my daydreams, and sometimes interrupt me whenever and wherever.
I don’t know why I like to draw and paint, and I don’t know how I got this talent. Yet, I am so grateful for it. Art brings me joy.