ocean angel

Silence is a source of great strength. 

Lao Tzu

This morning's little sketch...

today feels melancholic to me.

A melancholic Monday.

I went for an early morning walk on the beach this morning,

and when i came back, i wrote this

in my little journal.

Life is ebb and flow.

It's about learning

when to hold on

and when to let go.

Like the turning of the tides

it comes and goes

in constant transformation.

There are days

where i have the strength

of an ox

and days where i am like

a butterfly in the wind.

On days when i am called

to have strength of steel

i go within

and imagine myself

as the ocean

capable of swallowing shores

and soothing spirits.

My heart pulses

and i become rhythm.

Back and forth,

the ticking of a clock

the breathing in and out

the breaking of waves on the shore

the singing of birds

the leaves in the wind

the footsteps in the sand

the blood in my veins...

i become one with the ocean

and there,

i find my voice.

I hope you all find some time today

to connect with what's important to you

and find your own voice.

xoxo

EMERGE and white wings...

Well, here it is. Done.

At least i think it's done.

I sometimes have to sit with it 

for a few days before i decide.

Not sure about the title...

EMERGE keeps coming to mind.

I just looked up a definition that reads:

Sea mammals must emerge periodically to breathe.

Yeah, sounds about right these days.

My apologies for the crappy photos.

Last night's painting is basically a "paint over".

(what you see here is already painted over)

I had done a painting a few years back

and hated it.

Every time i saw the painting in my studio,

i wanted to paint over it.

So i finally did,

and this one sits with me

far more comfortably than the other one did.

a few earthy, neutral colors...

and this little being was born.

I think this is the first time i've ever painted

in such neutral colors.

At least on canvas.

Maybe i just felt totally colored out

after EMERGE

and needed to get back to basics...

back to a more pure nakedness.

xoxo

flags, bob dylan and melancholic music...

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning

and gets to bed at night, and in between

he does what he wants to do. 

- Bob Dylan

Nothing too creative from me this morning,

so I'll share the creativity of others.

Like this train track painting by Bob Dylan that i love.

And this precious little thing

I bought years ago,

from a woman I used to work with.

She worked in accounting,

but she had the heart of an artist.

I love the heart crown and the freckles... 

I've been leaving myself little notes here and there

of things I wanna do for my studio space

to make it a little more inspiring.

I'm the fucking queen of note taking.

I swear there are notes in every room of the house.

Post it notes, paper notes, napkin notes...

If there was money to be made

from taking notes,

i'd be on the cover

of FORBES magazine right now.

This is what i'm listening to this morning...

Beautiful, melancholic music.

Wishing you all a great week,

filled with your own favorite music,

and lots of yumminess.

xoxo

more little women

There is nothing to me like spending a Sunday night with my paintbrushes in hand. It is so important to me to get at least some painting done every day or two. I know it may seem like a lot to those who have hectic lives, but really, it's all a matter of what we choose as a priority.

What's important to you?

Do you have a creative spirit?

Do you have something to say or paint or sing or dance?

I believe we all have stories to tell...

we only need to quiet the world, quiet ourselves, and listen.