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When you get a BIG IDEA…

GO FOR IT.  I know, I’ve always known when an idea is the right one. The problem is that resistance shows up and it has for a long time…too long. There came a point when I just couldn’t listen anymore. There comes a time in everyone’s life when you can’t accept another come back tomorrow.

Yeah that line was from a frantic mother looking for her stolen child. She has a big idea on where she is and who took her. Yet the world thinks she’s crazy. Does she do what I’ve been dong for far too long. I laugh, because she didn’t. SHE WAS RIGHT. 

Sure, this was a lifetime movie but it’s a true story, about a real family, a real mother who rose above the naysayers. 

So I went from I refuse to throw out another piece of paper to publishing my first ebook. I am  almost done with the second book. I caught myself analyzing detail after detail, There’s going to be no more of that. 

I mean yeah I want to produce the best I can but I can’t go over and OVER the details too long that I forget what I am doing or why. I feel like I keep writing the same ideas and words. Maybe I am ? Maybe I need to keep telling myself this and writing…WHICH IS PROOF I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE.  I must change. I am 

I want to share my ideas about love and curiosity.  I believe my books will do just that. People will be quick to say your book doesn’t matter.  A big publishing company didn’t publish it.  I  say I achieved my goal. It feels great and I have so many more projects to work on. That makes me feel free!

Ellie shows us that togetherness is the best magic. She teaches us what it means to be an artist. Wise Trees teaches the importance of listening to ideas as they ring. 

-There are no  impossibilities

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E-book is here!

bookcoverC

My book is here. Did I just upload the file and hit submit? Yup. Now I wait, until I receive confirmation that everything is ready for printing and press.  Thank you amazon. Thank you wonderful person.

Funny how the tables turned. Yesterday I felt this nudge in my heart. It yelled, I knew you couldn’t do it. I saw all of the books I am working on. All of the deadlines I committed to and the hope and love poured out on every single page.  I knew I could do it.

I took a break. I had some chocolate, tea and painted for my next book. Oh and I asked for help. Today I came home and in minutes finished my book.

Oh shoot now its on to other projects. I’m scared. I’m excited.

-There are no impossibilities

 

wise trees book

Painting a tree with a sponge

I had to repaint some trees. It’s awesome how you can create something beautiful out of literally anything. I write about this little lesson in my book. Of course the tree for that lesson is the tire tree. I’ll be repainting that tree next week.  I made this tree without a care in the world, some tempera paint and a sponge brush I customized. SO glad I had that idea.

As I write this I feel a breeze. Yeah that’s what this tree’s about.

Green tree

notes for next week:

  • paint purple tree
  • finish the other tree
  • work on layout

-Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.

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Writing Weird Things

Bare Before Beauty

 

Not sure what the conversation was, but I remember the important part. I was talking about wasting time. Someone said, “Writing weird things that don’t make sense is a waste of time”.   I thought about that as I painted. These are strong words and at first they HURT–not going to lie. But wait a minute that’s a good point!

The most important part of your art is—what it says. So what am I saying? What am I doing?  Then it hit me. My favorite song–the words–the motions and how it makes me feel. Last week I put together some of my favorite projects   These are some of the pieces that mean SOMETHING to me. They are probably not as neat or as colorful and people may think they’re a waste of time. But that’s just it I don’t care. I do care BUT in the moment I paint. I just get an idea that I need to voice and that’s it!

Do I want to be just another King Lear daughter who voices with flattery. Or do I want to be the organic from the heart voice who makes them think, laugh, hope, dream, dance–like my favorite song? I choose the latter. That leads to the biggest question. What do I want to say? I will keep on painting and working out the details.

For now I’ll have patience with the stupid letter c on my keyboard that is slowly dying, keep testing acrylic paint, blending my oil pastels and work on the picture book that I’m writing. I can draw objects but need lots of practice.

I think I’ll go study Art History now…

 

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