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Art like that…

My goodness, it’s been months since I’ve written my blog.  Most everyone I personally know has been faithfully seeing all the work I’ve been doing on creating the studio/gallery space I’ve dreamed of my entire life.

Earlier this year I stumbled across a couple of great YouTube teachers thanks to my very creative daughters and their friends.  Apparently there is education on YouTube, not just silly cat videos (these have a requirement, also)!  The Art Sherpa, Cinnamon Cooney and her husband John offer live acrylic and watercolor training on several social media venues.  They are wonderful and Cinnamon’s teaching style is simple and she has a wonderful geeky interest in the how/why paint/techniques/products work.  Totally up my alley if you know my desire to understand my weird tech-y side.

I’m going to leave a link below in hopes of boosting her subscriptions and likes online!  DO check her out and follow her.  I was surprised by how easily it is to listen to her and her zest and love of life itself is astounding.  This is the first time since I took oil classes from Mikki who owned “From the Beginning”, an art supply store/studio/gallery that I’ve realized that I am an artist and I am doing this.  My belief is stronger than ever and my fire even hotter!!!

Anyway, even if you don’t think you are an artist, or you aren’t able to ‘draw a stick person,’ you’ll find yourself pleasantly surprised at how she can explain “arting” to simply anyone!

Her website is http://www.artsherpa.com and I’ll attach a link to one of her videos below.  Chances are if you haven’t been hiding under a rock and visited Pinterest at all or seen paintings at a wine and paint night or paint studio you have seen her designs!!

 

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Creating, almost daily

All originals that I’ve completed the last several weeks.  I’m working on completing 100  pieces of original work, and am slowly getting there.  Face and flower studies in various mediums, although these are all acrylic, either on stretched canvas or canvas board in varying sizes.  Thrilled to be creating again!

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Spring into action

Well, its been awhile and I think its time to update.  Spring arrived late as ‘sprinter’ and we now seem to have fast forwarded to summer weather in May.  I’m thrilled to be out in my yard planting flowers; making my place of grounding and solitude even more beautiful to look at!  So much joy in prepping the earth every year for beautiful and good things to grow.  This year I didn’t ‘kill’ the dandelions popping up in the grass; the bee population is waning and these can be some of the first flowers to pollinate in the spring; I need those bees to pollinate all the beautiful things I planted!  Birds are chirping and I’ve seen the two Cardinal pairs back in the yard, hopefully nesting somewhere.  The lake is breathtaking and one of the reasons we live where we do!  Our kayaks have been out already and we are close to getting the dock and boats in for the complete summer experience.

I finally purchased my first ‘real’ TREK bicycle and have been enjoying perusing the neighborhoods via pedal power!  It hasn’t been an easy thing to get active and keep active since my back situation several years ago, but I am making progress.  Golf season also started, but I haven’t yet.  Some may know that I purchased my first set of clubs last year when my 16 yr old started Chi Hi girl’s golf.  She has been chomping at the bit to get to the course and encouraging me to do the same.  I will admit I can swing a club but have little control yet as to where the ball ends up!  I have a feeling the driving range and I will become good friends this year.  Only one place to go from the bottom, lol.

I am still enjoying the break that I took from the salon environment.  It has allowed me time to re purpose my dreams from my youth and I’ve been able to set some short and long term goals regarding the outcome I desperately desire.  So far I’m staying close to ‘on task’ and periodically get distracted for small periods of time from my painting, studying, sketching and research.  My planner is helping me, so long as I update it regularly and NOT forget to enter important appointments and dates in it. (sorry if you were on the back end of that, SQUIRREL!)  Those who are close to me know what my current goals are and how close I am to achieving them.  I’d like to thank them all for being my cheerleaders in this grand adventure of life.  I would also like to thank my family for putting up with me being a total art geek about subject matter and my girls for allowing me to do their portraits.  (A totally scary adventure, but I was thrilled with the outcome, Faith’s isn’t quite finished yet.  Turns out not using my skills for years did NOT mean that I lost my ability to read and discern images!  I just need to keep practicing the physical skill of drawing and painting.   SHWEW!!!)

I am hoping Chippewa Falls has room for one more passionate and quirky artist.  I’m looking forward to attending some of the local events to mingle with other artists and artisans as the confluence in EC gets closer to completion and summer festivals pop up everywhere.  I came as close to submitting artwork in the Heyde Center for the Arts Spring Art Show as printing off the forms; I chickened out last minute and decided next year there is no question about doing it, it will be done.  There will be a gallery show in my future, I just keep telling myself baby steps.  Sounds like there will be a similar gallery venue as Artisan Forge of EC located right here in Chippewa Falls near the river.  That is encouraging to all of us creative folk.  I feel as if we are physically together, exposure is magnified!!

Determination is as beautiful as it is scary and has been a staple lately in my daily affirmations.  I have my down times when I revert back to that old self who doubted her abilities; as a perfectionist and a recovering pessimist (we like to refer to it as realism) I struggle daily to move past walls that were devised to cope with negativity, disappointment, pain and hurt.  We are human and struggles are the stuff victories are made of.  SOOOooo, onward I go; marching into my middle years pursuing dreams and building a new and improved me.  I’m not holding anything back.  If you don’t try, you won’t know.  No apologies for becoming who I was created to be, and I sure hope my girls learn to do the same.

Poursuivre la joie de la vie!!!

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What’s your ‘hand’ story?

If eyes are said to be the ‘window to the soul,’ hands must be ‘footprint of our heart.’

Hands are really quite amazing.  A baby’s hands are soft and innocent, a child’s hands are inquisitive and covered in experiments, a teenager’s hands are curious and skid-dish at the same time, a mother’s hands are strong and gentle, a father’s hands are hard- working and thoughtfully disciplined, a grandparent’s hands are experienced and wise.

My hands alone have done so much; doing hair and nails, drawing and painting, nurturing and comforting and teaching my babies,  playing instruments and cooking.  It would seem to me they are a direct extension of our heart and its’ intentions.  Watching my husband fix cars, change diapers, comfort his girls and me with the same hands.  Remembering my parents’ hands and all they did.  It just simply amazes me that with all the humanness we possess and the day to day responsibilities that we do, there still seems to be so much energy and emotion recognized or transferred through our hands.

I know this was a brief message, but it was weighing on my heart to share this.  What story do your hands tell of you?  Are they being used to serve others or yourself?  It’s quite a curious thought, isn’t it?

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Finding Means Seeing

WHO AM I?

Seeing who we are really isn’t easy because the mirror often eludes us.  My perception versus personal vision of myself were not the same and this inner conflict has paralyzed me for a minimum of two decades.  All this time I thought the fear of failure and the acceptance among my peers held me hostage when it was merely my view of the former that kept me from progressing toward my goals and dreams.  There has been a discord between what I want to be and why, and actually achieving my dreams.  Only in reclaiming ownership of my talents and gifts will I be true to who I view myself as.

We are uniquely created by a divine source that yields us special talents and gifts, yet many of us during adulthood, including myself, struggle with conflict in knowing what we are to use them for and why.  I believe they are overtly evident when we are little but as we age the visions we have of our self, our talents and our gifts changes because of the unintentional perception afforded to us by others; somehow, we regress our gifts instead of growing them.  I feel it is exceptionally rare for those perceptions to not affect our personal vision.  We hear criticism and doubt or skepticism and jealousy; diverting our map to greatness along the way.   So many have grand dreams and hopes leading into adulthood, then BAM, it hits…reality.  Why do some stop believing that their dreams cannot be their reality?

I dreamed of being an artist.  Drawing, painting, writing, singing, creating in any way that I could and inspiring others to discover the beauty they have within.  That is my gift, my talent.  When I was in high school I was encouraged to choose a ‘career’ based on my interests, gifts and talents only to be told later that what I wanted to do wouldn’t make me money.  It was a dead end career choice.  But I was bold and pig-headed and started out with a passion.  I excelled in college, for one semester only, because that is all the longer I could stay.  Private college, although small and resourceful for my needs in the arts, was too costly to continue.  It also occurred to me during that time that  I would have to travel and move across the country to achieve any sort of accomplished wage if I continued this course of education elsewhere, in addition to leaving my family and my boyfriend (now husband!) to do something I was unsure of.  I moved back home and chose the only other option I knew to be creative and that was becoming a cosmetologist.

I have no shortage of passion when it comes to being creative, it changes my demeanor and fills me with such joy sometimes I think I may explode!  It literally needs to get out onto paper.  There is an age old saying though, that resonates with me about being an artist, and it has stayed with me forever…”starving artists get paid after they are dead.”  GULP!  How in the world can I take the single most fulfilling gift that I have and make money before I’m dead!?!?

I found no way other than to watch, listen, educate and persevere as a nail tech and stylist.  This became my source of income, limited by the amount of guests I served and the amount of hours I was willing to work during the early stages of my career, which  could be endless at that time.  This continued until my husband and I had children.  Suddenly there was this new desire to be the very best parent I could be, so that is what I chose to do for several years.  It was rewarding to be able to be a stay at home mom and really all I did was exchange my income for that opportunity.  I used any extra time I could steal and spent it at our church volunteering in any way I could be creative.

The crazy turns of life really can divert us from seeing ourselves as we want to be instead we are who we think we have to be.  I really desired to be creative but was still being met with the opposition of failing to make a living doing what I truly loved.  To this day, I am dumbfounded that those of us with artistic gifts often make money for others with our talents and not ourselves because of lack of knowledge in understanding how to brand and market ourselves.  Many examples exist including executive producers of music, theater and dance, visual art, photography or sculpture.  The artist often receives a sub-par wage or volunteers time or efforts in some cases and it most certainly is not an esteemed profession like a doctor, or a lawyer or a professor.

To say I wasn’t blessed to have the opportunity to remain at home during the formidable years of my girls would be a lie.  I was able to set up a painting/drawing studio in a former office space in our home and dabbled in my arts until life got busier with the kids’ activities and my husband deciding to leave his job and go into business for himself, manifesting his dream.  He worked all hours of the day and night and to say he was exhausted would be an understatement.  Money was tight and I went back to being a hairdresser, both for the money and for my personal satisfaction of perhaps, finally, ‘making it’ in this career.  I chose a salon, that I thought would benefit me in growing a clientele because of all of the advertising and I was able to make a living (sort of) again.  I found I had really missed this profession while away and found the passion to be creative and gain more education.  The salon, as much as it advertised, however, was not the correct fit for me.  I heard of a new salon being built by a former co-worker and was soon on my way to finally making this ‘career’ thing work.  It was my dream salon.  Beautiful inside and out, a day spa that catered to body, mind and spirit with a great culture and team of co-workers.  I loved it, and was finally able to make a great wage being creative.

Life has a way of bringing us back to ourselves, though.  In this newfound illusion of success and making money in a ‘career’ that was more esteemed than being an ‘artist’ I inadvertently extended myself too much.  Nights, weekends, split-shifts, education, community events and soon I was missing out on my girl’s events and spent less and less time with family and friends.  I experienced a life changing car accident, lost my mom to dementia and my aunt whom I cared for during that time.  My kids were needing a parent to be around as my husband’s business grew larger and he needed me to assist in the business.  Life is about the choices we make in the situations we are given.   I grew cold, resentful and angry.  I had pushed away most everyone that I cared deeply about, but most disturbing of all, I lost myself and the ‘why’ in regards to my talent.

So, at my husband’s persistent suggestion (nagging), I’ve been given a great opportunity that I sometimes still think I don’t deserve.  He has grown a successful business that I  participate in daily through bookkeeping, errand running etc. and his success has afforded me the ability to take a leave of absence from this career and rediscover myself.  Giving hope to my dream that I thought was lost and it sure feels amazing to be creating art again.  A gift and passion that is family friendly and comes from within.  Ahead of me is the task of creating an income revolving around this passion, before I’m dead!! (starving artist reference)

Too often, especially for those of us who are creative, putting our gifts aside to assume reality seems more important.  I needed to find those who were successful in what I wanted to do and simply ask questions and do some research.  In my nine weeks off, I have made some definite discoveries within myself and the torch has been lit.  I have a fire again, my personal vision is re-appearing.  Now comes the difficult part, having the faith to sustain me through the obstacles of achieving my dreams.  Resisting the urge for complacency and replacing it with the enthusiasm.  Forgoing opposition to complete what has been inspired from the beginning within ME!

It is true that life “happens.”  Somewhere along the way we need to make the choice of what that life will consist of.