First of all, I just want to toot my own horn and say how proud I am of myself for making so much stuff this fall! Seriously, I’ve had a wonderful, productive, paint-stained autumn and I love how much my shop has grown with beautiful autumn art that exudes my love for this beautiful season! (more…)
The little canvases sat on my work table for weeks, untouched. I knew what I wanted to do with them, but I was afraid I would screw it up somehow. They wouldn’t look right. I’d just have to gesso over my work and start again. Or I’d post them and no one would like them, they’d think I was a crappy artist, that it looked weird and messy and those pieces would sit in my art shop for months, unsold, without a single view and everyone in the world would bombard my comments and Facebook page with hatemail for having the gall to bring such an eyesore into the world.
This was me last week trying to finish my new Raven paintings. I was so terrified they’d look horrible.
My brain is like a runaway train sometimes with ridiculous, anxious scenarios like these. Sometimes I feel that everything I create has to be perfect.
I’m a recovering perfectionist.
Do you wonder what you were put here to do? Do you feel like you are living the life you were meant to live?
A lot of us would answer “Not yet”, or “I’m not sure”, or even just “no”.
We might not know what our purpose is, and that’s ok.
It’s always evolving.
But every once in awhile, I like to play a little game in my journal to refocus on what it is that my soul really yearns for. That way I can look at my life in the present, evaluate, and then do what I can to align with the purpose my soul is striving for.
This might not be common knowledge, but I was actually an English major. I’ve always been a huge bookworm. Yes, I was that weird girl in school walking around with her nose stuck in a book, and I perfected the fine art of reading and walking at the same time.
Even before I could read, I made art. For years, I’ve been looking for ways to marry my love of books and art.
This idea came to me when I was figuring out what to do with a pile of 8x8x1.5 canvases I bought on sale a few years ago. I realized the canvases would stand up by themselves and I thought, why not make a series of paintings to sit on a bookshelf. Gasp! What about a literary series?! A bunch of paintings based on my favorite classic poems and stories? Aaaaaaahhh!
My friends, I’d like to present the first fruits of that awesome idea: Two mixed-media paintings based on Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”!
Every once in awhile, I like to post an entry from my own journal, because I like you guys and sometimes I write stuff that I think might be helpful to you. Enjoy!
The leaves outside my window are bright yellow. The days grow cooler, shorter. The waterparks closed and the haunted houses are open. Soon, I’ll dig out my winter coats and scarves and pack up the sarongs and flip flops until next year.
It’s the time of year where we need to remember to slow down.
I need to remember. I need to slow down, but allowing myself is ridiculously hard. I get so ambitious and run out of steam long before I’ve accomplished what I wanted to. I get frazzled and run down if I forget to take it one step at a time. I can’t do it all.
It doesn’t all need to be done. (more…)