What a weekend! A lunar eclipse, snow storms in the north and an incredibly brisk 81 degrees here in Florida. (ok, that last bit was just me rubbing it in) Anyway, there is something about any full moon, but this one seemed full of malarkey . I had a little chat with said moon several nights in a row, as she illuminated my bedroom at 3 am even through the blinds. All she said was "this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine" and went back to keeping me awake. There is just no reasoning with the moon.
Last week I was delighted by the bonds of sisterhood. Not my own familial sisters (though they are the bomb diggity and I wouldn't trade them for the world) but the sisterhood of artists, writers, musicians, dancers and creatives in general. When a gaggle of girls are gathered together, given food, art supplies and a couple of hours, it doesn't take long before laughter and mischief follow. Add a full moon and...well, you can see what might happen, right? A good reminder to make time for group art, as it is often just the balm we need in a stressful world. We leave the group recharged, feeling lighter and more connected. Ahhhhh.
So back in my own solitary studio (well, it's solitary if you don't count the bossy queens, mischievous cattle and a huge pink alligator) it was no surprise when a pair of girl figures bathed in moonlight appeared in an intuitive abstract. They made me smile, and were a welcome, calming influence on the mayhem that is normally my studio
A friend recently chuckled at how I am so often delighted by my own creations (it's true). It was no coincidence then when this sentence appeared in Clear Seeing Place: "A painter must fall madly in love with absolutely everything. The instant that work becomes labor, you're dead." I love my job, because it never feels like work. Now off I go to play - there are worlds to create!
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A little bird told me you might want a groovy book with thirty-three quirky paintings and their haiku "illustrations" - and guess what? I have just the thing! Click on the image to get your copy of Blue Wild. (and many thanks from me and from Mary!)