a long time…

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Life seems to have run away from me again. I have been painting again – I needed to take a break from my coursework because I was getting overwhelmed. I have worked a bit more on my Etsy shop and have added digital prints of most of my original paintings. November is fast approaching and I am still working on planning out the tale I will write for National Novel Writing Month. I am so sorry for neglecting this blog recently. It has not been easy, and I promise to try harder to spend more time here.

update // artwork

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I know that I recently shared some photos of some of the work I have been doing, but these are scanned images of the full paintings recently finished. I always scan my paintings, so that I have the option of making prints in the future and offering them for sale. There will ever only be one original of a painting because, regardless of the number of times I may paint the same scene, each piece will be different.

A note on the last painting in the above collage:

I have never been able to draw trees – yes, most of my paintings contain trees, but they do not require shading and highlights and colour distribution as things in full night require. The Autumn tree in the last painting was my second attempt at painting a tree (the first being the cherry blossom tree in my Spring painting).

The originals of all of these paintings will be put up in the shop soon, and a digital download/digital print of the Autumn tree will be available as well.

I hope that life is treating you well. Until next time <3

artwork update

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My creative workspace. I use the same area when I write, but without the painting board.

“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”

–John Muir

I have recently been painting a bit more, which is always nice. Many of the pieces are inspired by yet another free course offered by Molly Remer at Mystery School of the Goddess, as well as just general Path work. It is wonderful to feel Awen flow through me, as well as to have the motivation to bring my art into the world.

 

I have hope that I will have the energy and motivation to photograph them properly tomorrow, as well as to scan them in for future use seeing as I am selling the originals. I am so proud of myself for continuing to paint, even though I have created quite a few flop pieces – looking through videos and tutorials has helped me to understand certain techniques and I seem to be improving with each new painting.

A bit of an update on the tale I am weaving:

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Aequoris has taken a strange, but completely wonderful, turn. Every day, I am taken to a new space within the Universe created around these characters. Ritual, Magic, Love, and Mythical Creatures – they all play a part in the tale and I am so honoured to be inspired enough to write it. Here is a small snippet from a recent chapter:

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting pinks and purples and greys into the clouds that hovered over the vast sea. Vivian had left a message stating that she would not be returning that night, that her family had plans in Bayside and she was invited. Cora bit her lip as she and her mother sat on the deck, her eyes threatening to let go of the tears she had been holding back.

There was a space between herself and her companion, and it was widening with each day they were on the island – between Vivian’s family and their wishes for her future, and Cora’s own family history, she knew that there was little hope for their special brand of intimacy to continue. She could not offer the things that Vivian, and her family, wanted for her – nor could Vivian stand up to the battering waves of intense emotions for much longer. She had seen her closest friend falter more than once under the weight, and though she wanted more than anything to spend the rest of her life beside Vivian, Cora knew how impossible it would be.

Until next time <3

 

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showing up and creating…

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“I weave strings of energy
into the web of creation

Where nothing was before
out of the void
into the world
I spin them into existence
Out from my mind
out from my body
out of my awareness of what needs to be
Now there is something new
and all life is nourished.”

–Ix Chel in The Goddess Oracle by Amy Sophia Marashinsky

Creating is not a hobby of mine, nor is it a passion. It is a way of life. It is in my blood, deep in my roots, and it feeds me when other things cannot touch my hunger. Over the years, I have found more and more ways to create – I have created life within me and nurtured it without, I have written novelettes filled with thoughts and emotions and images from the deepest recesses of my soul; I paint, I sing, I dance. I have created peace where there is only chaos; I have created meals where there are only ingredients. I have created strength where there is fear.

Creating is a form of raising energy. When I create, I am enacting a ritual that requires no prior knowledge to perform. Creators are creators, regardless of training or schooling. We cannot help but do what we do, for we know nothing else. And, the very act of making a cup of tea in the morning is creating, for that cup of tea did not exist before I heated the water and put the tea bag in the cup.

As humans, we are creators. We are all connected to that vital force that spins the planets and brings atoms together to form stars. We are made of the very things that, billions of years ago, formed this planet and formed the beginnings of life. We have the power to create within us, and we can use it for the highest good of all if we so choose.

My contribution to the highest good may be small, it may be unlikely to touch many people – but if my work, if my creations can touch a single person and bring them what they need, I have fulfilled my purpose. If my work can nourish one spirit, fill one soul, feed a single mind, I have fulfilled my purpose.

I cannot tell you all that I am creating at this moment in my life – I have numerous tales begging to be told, paintings that bleed from my brushes in untold moments (often without any declaration or warning), and ideas that swim in the sacred waters of my spirit. As I create, I will continue to share with you the results. Each piece that I make is a part of me. It is always good to remember that when an artist asks you to view something they have made, they are trusting you with a part of their souls made physical. Tread softly and show love, for many of us have a fragility within us and a fear of rejection.

Are you creating anything? I would love to hear about the pieces of your soul that you are putting into the physical realm.

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march 2018 // recap

I have been in a downward spiral for weeks, though a few lovely things have helped to bring smiles to my face. Painting has been an incredible outlet for me, and I recently set up shop on etsy.com.

You might be wondering whatever happened to my Bullet Journal – I still have it, and I am trying to get back into the habit of using it daily again, but when I can barely motivate myself to get out of bed, planning just doesn’t seem possible at all. I am working on it though, and I do have the thought planted firmly in my mind that I will be filming and uploading and photographing my May spread for you.

March was a fairly gentle month, aside from the deepening waters of depression. Many firsts happened – the first buds began to peek through the bare branches, little yellow and white wildflowers began to pop up here and there along the roads – not to mention the Arizona Lupines that grow along the vast stretches of roads here in the Desert. The birds sang all through Winter, but nothing like their sweet songs once the sun begins to warm the air.

My birthday was simple, exactly how I prefer it. I also was able to finally get an intake for behavioural health services – and my children are doing well in their therapy sessions. Many things have been discussed in terms of my mental health, and though some are terrifying, I know that it is necessary to go through with all of this if I want accurate and adequate help and benefits. I just hope that I am not lost in the fray of paperwork and diagnoses.

I will share a bit of an update on our educational adventure over on Desert Starlight.

Until next time, my lovelies – love and light.

☽ ✰ ☾
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