art, good music and kind people make me happy

hi peeps.

it's time for faces! :-)

a tiny acrylic and marker on paper (12 x 12 cm)

There's a video at the end of this post.

It's what i was listening to while i painted last night...

the whole CD, not just the one song. :-)

and then there's this woman... 

i love Jane Goodall, and what she's done with her life.

My first ever blog post was a little watercolor of Jane and a friend...

you can see it here.

I was a woman of few words when i first began blogging.

Now i won't shut up. 

(giggle...)

I had a hard time with this one...

i seem to have made her look much older

- something i'm not so sure she would like.

but it is what it is. 
Sometimes there's a likeness,
and sometimes less.

 I certainly tried to give her compassionate eyes.
Whenever i see her on tv, that's always what i notice about her first.
Those peaceful, loving, compassionate eyes.

You can see a lot in a person's eyes.

I then took time to finish this one too -

just added the word and a few magical dots. 

I kinda like it.

I hope you all know how much i appreciate

your kind comments.

The thing that makes me the happiest

is knowing that sometimes,

I may actually inspire someone out there

to make art

or write poetry

or take a walk outside

or listen to music

or bake a cake

or notice the moon

or write a song...

or just be more appreciative of something.

Anything.

That makes me happy.

Because i believe these are the things

that give life meaning -

and there are too many of us out there

waiting until we retire to find meaning in our lives.

hugs to all of you...

xox

hope you like the song

words, words, words...

Good morning peeps!

I went for a walk last night

and as i walked,

this idea came to me.

Nothing genius, but isn't it funny how inspiration works?

I'm walking alone in the quietness of the evening,

admiring the moon & stars

and all of a sudden, in my head,

i see lines of words

coming out of a mouth...

Most of the ideas i get 

for paintings or journaling

come to me when i'm walking.

I rarely sit in front of a blank journal page,

wondering what i'll do next.

i do however, have times where i feel

less inspired.

Like everyone, i suppose...

so a few random sentences from magazines...

deformed lips, yapping at one another... ;-)

a bit of contouring with charcoal, black marker & white pen...

 

more contouring and there you have it.

Not exactly as i pictured it in my head,

but close enough.

On another note,

i read something the other day

on Lisa Baldwin's ZEN AT PLAY

that i want to share with all of you.

So refreshing...

I refuse to profit from the idea that you are broken.

You are not broken.

You are exquisite. Even in the places with the shadows.

Especially in the places with the shadows.

I will speak to your brilliance, your depth, your beauty,

because that’s what I see and know to be true.

Likewise, I refuse to profit from pain.

Especially the kind of pain that is manufactured in a sales page.

Especially that.

Speaking of sales pages… I refuse to write those, too.

Of course, I will tell you when I’ve made something for you. Of course.

And yes, I would like it very much if you buy what I make. Yes.

When you buy what I make, you help hold the space for me to make more, give more, explore more. As far as I can tell, that is a good thing.

And my hope is that you will love the thing I made for you much more than you loved the dollars you paid for it. That is definitely a good thing.

Even so…

I want it to be because you’re motivated by curiosity and love, not because I shook you up with urgency-speak and fear, then pushed you to the buy button while you were still seeing stars.