Throwing Stuff Overboard


High School






marriage,  divorce,  marriage, child, divorce


Grad school, career


Child leaves home






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Staying Tuned to The Muse


“Wild Birds in My Head”  by the author

I’m always staying tuned for ideas (see my post “Where my Ideas Come From”  ) but sometimes they pursue me- relentlessly.  Think about wild birds flapping in your head endlessly or like someone tugging on your apron strings constantly.  Yes, the ruckus will go away eventually, but not entirely.  The inspiration will just go to someone else to be manifested and then pretty soon your muse will give up on you all together and you will be very lonely.



The poem tugged on my apron strings

Begging for attention

When I ignored it

It crept into the kitchen of my mind

Rattling the pots and pans with such a clatter

I could bear it no longer

“Stop!”I cried

“Don’t you know I wasn’t an English major?”

“Find someone else to write you!”

But the poem persisted with such a fuss

That I relented,

Sat down and wrote it,

Then kicked it out the door to the internet

Sighing with relief

Until I felt another tug

on my apron strings.

Just for Play, Just for Fun


“You could sell those”

a familiar phrase

then watch my passion

turn to drudgery

as I turn out clones of my art

for a few shekels in my pocket

or I could continue to create butterflies

just for the joy of watching them fly

setting them free

without attachment

savoring the delight

as they land

in another’s hands


It takes a certain amount of energy to sell ones work- at least as much as making it.  After the New Year, I have given up such notions to just play and experiment with printmaking,  clay, and mosaics. It’s liberating to just experience a process without attachment to profit or outcome.  Play is undervalued in our culture.  It is so rejuvenating.


Courtesy Austin Kleons Blog, “In defense of Hobbies”




The “Art” of Non-Judgement

mandalas-1485096In meditation the goal is to focus on the breath, observing thoughts with non judgement.  It is an exercise to become aware of one’s inner dialogue without criticism.  According to Yoga International….

” Meditation is a practical means for calming yourself, for letting go of your biases and seeing what is, openly and clearly. It is a way of training the mind so that you are not distracted and caught up in its endless churning. Meditation teaches you to systematically explore your inner dimensions.”

I decided to take the concept of meditation and apply it to my art making, meaning any creative task I undertake.  As a visual artist especially, I’ve noticed that I have a habit of letting a stream of negative judgement runs through my mind as I make art.  My inner critic tells me “this is not good enough” or “if I only I did this – or that” or some such chatter.  This is a perfect recipe for artistic block – and I have been there.

When toddlers begin to walk and fall down, they don’t give up.  They try and fail over and over again.   Parents cheer and don’t discourage.  It’s part of the process of learning. Too bad we give that child-like wonder as adults

As of the New Year I am making art with an attitude of play and experimentation rather than judgement of whether my work is good or bad.  If a piece doesn’t work, so be it.  I have learned from it.   I am mindful to my inner dialogue as I create.  When negative thinking enters my mind I say “You are not welcome here.  Let me play!”

This week I began an online class, Making Monotypes with a Gellatin Plate taught by Linda Germaine. it’s been the perfect opportunity to apply “The art of non-judgement.”

It’s so liberating.  I’m having fun.  I can hardly wait to get back to the studio…..

Experimenting….first try printing with a gelli-plate!


Growth – My First Anniversary of Blogging

Growth drawingI you are into gardening you know that to stimulate growth, a shrub needs to be pruned.  A plant subjected to stress is stimulated to flower.

Originally my intent for this blog was solely to promote my artwork.  The events of this last year changed all that.  After the 2016 election, I was devastated. My mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in February.  My father passed away in May.  Disasters, man-made and natural, plagued my psyche.  I became blocked as a visual artist.  Then, I put promotion aside and began to write poetry and began my blog .

When I signed up for WordPress I wasn’t expecting more than just a platform to just plunk things online.  I found community, I found like-minded people all over the world.  I found hope, motivation, & inspiration.  I’ve grown as a writer and as a blogger. Two of my poems have been selected for publication.  There are followers on my blog and I follow the blogging journeys of others.  Finally,  It’s taken me a year but I have finally shed my fear and have started to create with heart again.

In the darkness I have grown. Through hard times, I have begun to flower.


Finding Inspiration

I’ve decided for 2018 to quit going upstairs to my studio to make “ART”.  Now I am going upstairs to my studio to PLAY and quit being so serious.  I’m seeing what I can make in an hour.  My best subject matter I’ve decided is my own imagination….


There is No Magic

fairy-2573105_1280During a little informal open studio I had last weekend at my home I found myself growing increasingly uncomfortable with the accolades some wonderful friends were heaping upon me.   “You’re so creative!”  “I could never do that”.  or “I’m not creative at all.”    There was no large boulder I could crawl under so I found myself getting increasingly self-deprecating to deflect the praise.  Granted, it’s lovely to be recognized, but this is just what I do.  Everyone is creative.  You just need to pay attention to your muse.  Here is my advice to the self-described “non-artist”…


I just said


Wild hairs sprouted

I chose to tend them

Now I have flowers.

Be still




and you will have flowers