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Wondering what I have been up to? Another weird art obsession...pillows-so much fun. They are up on etsy but not selling, have to figure out a better way to market stuff..these are so fun!mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-20902893962838261222019-02-25T10:08:00.001-08:002019-02-25T10:08:33.771-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just found some old art in the basement...that was fun!I have been looking at ways to market my art and taking little webinars ( all which lead to the standard, now let me tell you about my online training..all this is a value of 1200. but today .you can get it for 899.) now, I really don't mind people doing their thing and making a living-but isn't value arbitrary? I f I put a value on my art that seems outrageous to me, would I still sell it? Would I sell more because of perceived value? Should I make up content or make art that caters to an audience instead of making what I want to create? Is that how one makes a living doing this? It might be a really interesting experiment to do ...If one, for instance, did some fun paintings with inspirational sayings and marketed to a very select audience, I wonder what would happen? But would I feel authentic doing that? And does it matter....lots of questions....mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-67720366305941272722019-02-05T13:28:00.003-08:002019-02-05T13:28:30.612-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Something has taken over my brain and I have been making dolls for the last couple of weeks non stop. Its been so much fun creating all these different little characters, painting them sewing and stuffing them. I was actually gleeful for about 10 days loving what was happening...and then THAT thought came.....why am I doing this? What am I getting from this? Why am I wasting my time? Why don't I get a job? What am I trying to prove? Why aren't I painting? I am not a doll maker, what the hell am I doing??????? My brain-like everyone else's, has its go to tapes of self disgust that are triggered, at least for me, when I am in the zone and happy and then suddenly realize its not WORTH something I am not MAKING MONEY.....I am trying to just have the feelings and keep going..I listed a couple of these on etsy today (another mind trap-why aren't I selling anything? Why do I even try) and I will try just to let it go and keep working....and love that gleeful state just for the state itselfmindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-81220104808683939282019-01-01T14:11:00.001-08:002019-01-01T14:11:26.972-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jan 1st!!! Happy New Year! This year I promise to do more of what I love and quit thinking that that is is somehow unworthy because it isn't bringing money. That I may be wasting time that could go to pursuit of cold hard cash. So I spent ten minutes with one of my favorite things-old ladies on garbage bags with charcoal.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-37499213821021679132018-08-27T12:00:00.001-07:002018-08-27T12:00:24.267-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quick sketch in between learning lines...did not have any good pencils in the house and the ones I had were dull..ran around actually yelling a sharpener, a sharpener my kingdom for a sharpener!!When worlds collide...<br />
One of my all time favorite movies is Mary Poppins, I always thought the bird lady was so lovely and so melancholy..I made up a story that she had a good home to go to and was well loved so I would feel better when it came to her part. I just saw the Tippi Hendren Barbie from the birds, so I had birds on the mind..<br />
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Re opened my etsy shop!! Why, I imagine you asking me, if indeed you would, why did you let it close??? Because I never made that many sales?? Because you are an untalented wanna be?? Because someone may find out you are an impostor?? Or you were lazy..or you thought what is the point??<br />
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But guess what-I don't care any more..because bottom line I have a blast doing it AND when I do sell something (which I do) I often get the best responses to my work and it warms my heart...<br />
To that end whipped out some fun fairies today, these are really, really small (2.5 x 3.5) and its a challenge to work that small. So onward and upward!! And tomorrow, who knows what I will come up with!!!mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-89628213376404052242018-07-04T13:03:00.003-07:002018-07-04T13:03:36.893-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Uninspiring day..one of those days where one starts to look at the want ads and wonder why keep trying. Would a steady paycheck make so much difference that I could leave all these art thoughts behind? Thats okay, this too shall pass, I know that now, but when my ideas outweigh my skills I sometimes want to pull the covers over my head instead of plodding on..sio I made myself sit and just play with pastels for a while......mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-89268877661800399172018-06-17T12:47:00.000-07:002018-06-17T12:47:25.552-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Working on a really cool idea that has me excited-to do with trains and this new notion (to me) of Ombro Theatre. I stumbled upon it accidentally and now I am waking up in the middle of the night with all sorts of ideas that were sparked by this simple yet amazing technique. I love when all seemingly scattered pieces of all the things I love to do come together and I just do it without worrying about how GOOD it will be.....onward and upwardmindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-23449622578921430132018-06-01T09:08:00.002-07:002018-06-01T09:08:51.609-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What if all your fears were knocked down and you lived in the moment,choosing what makes you happy, rejecting the old ideas the old crazy rules you imposed on yourself. Started acting as if those old rules were nothing, wondered why they ever kept you in a prison, one you made for yourself and then remained miserable in. I am having those moments and it is exhilarating and scary in a different way. I wish I could bottle this so when I have doubts I could reapply this self awareness....<br />
What if you choose to surround yourself with only the people who lifted you up and engaged and challenged and cared, and those that you run after begging for a crumb of friendship or notice became so unimportant....I am going to remember this, this is how I will live...and as I do..it is unbelievable what shows up in your world to support youmindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-31748333376103194692018-04-20T10:33:00.002-07:002018-04-20T10:33:42.375-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is no finish line, there is no end, its all about process and growing. I keep thinking there will be a moment when you WIN, when you hit the point where everything from here on will be golden. When you decide who exactly you are, what it is that you do, and where you are going. For me, these are dangerous illusions. I am learning you just have to be,right here, right now . There is no shame in continuing to go after your dreams.....even if you never get to where you thought you wanted to be, if you are lucky,you see all the things you are gathering along the way..........PROCESS-with a nod to KH who is wise.... mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-26148020193176872232018-04-07T10:24:00.000-07:002018-04-07T10:24:16.998-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Still in a creative funk but determined to keep working, despite that lack of confidence. So I went up to the loft and worked on an altoid box project and then, finding myself cruelly judging , took a breath walked away and went back to my charcoal. That helped, and I wrote a bit and THAT helped....that and the knowledge of how lucky and privileged I am to have time to worry about things like this. ONWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-46410745489015463352018-04-06T12:36:00.003-07:002018-04-06T12:36:50.692-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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More pencil on garbage bags.....trying to draw even though I have no inspiration. Maybe this is a good lesson for me. Doing it despite feeling like a fake. So weird, some days everything comes almost too easy, others you wonder if you ever ever HELD a pencil before. I try to figure out why that happens. Are the gods with you one day and not the other? Was it more or less coffee?? Did you eat well? What changes-nothing I can put my finger on...and so you keep doing, bless the days when it flows, detach when it does not....not a bad way to live your live......mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-23344810164956081862018-02-17T11:08:00.005-08:002018-02-17T11:09:32.887-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I texted a friend last night who recently lost his brother,as I did mine. His brother was in my graduation class. I like to just make sure he knows someone is thinking of him and his brother. Its important, this is probably the only thing I am truly certain of, it is important to be seen. It is important to reach out. He sent me this Sufi poem:<br />
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It took my breath away. How beautiful. I will carry those words with me. For me and for all of us....<br />
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I think I just may be opening to the idea of FOLLOWING a dream...or of the PROCESS of it all. I used to just see the end...if I am not making xxxx by xxx then what good is it? I put no value on the doing of it, but only on the end product.<br />
A wise friend asked me why don't you share your process when we were talking about my art,we need to see process, she said, so we are reminded what goes into doing something. I had dismissed process,it is messy and imperfect and uneasy and scary and sometimes so damn awful that you wonder if you ever had a creative bone in your body. Other times you lose yourself in an amazing wonderful world of your very own making ...<br />
Today, you can get anything you want almost immediately. The concept of waiting for something, having to drive to a library for information, having to wait for The Wizard of Oz to be aired near Halloween (man, I miss that-it was such a wonderful thing...we would count the days down and plan out the whole night...)is foreign to most of us. We only show the best of us -even 'selfies' are carefully edited -and dear lord, if everyone is as happy and fulfilled as their facebook pages show, we would have no self help movement! Maybe its time to show the mess and then we would all heave a huge sigh of relief...because we are all messy and unsure and just making our way.....to what??? Maybe its time to enjoy the way and forget about GETTING there-on all levelsmindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-8300927970039835722018-01-19T12:52:00.001-08:002018-01-19T12:52:28.324-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I need to clean today and fold laundry and re calk the shower and hang the closet doors which all seem to have run off the rails at the same time. But instead I cleaned my studio sketched and painted-do I feel quilt???? NOT A BIT. How many times do we do what we want instead of what we HAVE to do-and where do the haves to actually get us, in the long run? A cleaner home and a more resentful soul.........mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-11807956818943118252018-01-17T12:41:00.001-08:002018-01-17T12:41:17.432-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When we moved to out present house I gave away a ton of my books. Bill had been reluctant to move them all and I thought I should de- clutter and clean out my life ( as they say) to make room for new things.Once again I SHOULDED all over myself. I have missed every single volume that I gave away. I have been in love with books since I first went to a library and discovered the magic. I like having them around to dip into, to revisit my adventures, to be taken away when the world gets over whelming. I went to Paddington 2 by myself last night and was reminded how much can be given, what worlds come alive, from one persons story, from ink on paper that sears its way into your heart and becomes part of you. I have found myself re collecting old volumes, and finally FINALLY dragged up an old bookshelf from the basement to the living room and started filling it. Carl Sandburg, Marge Piercy, Shakespeare, Paddington, Jane Austen, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan.......the old 50s girl books that I cherish. De- clutter? Why should I de -clutter-it made me lost and sad and lonely. Every time I come down the stairs I see my books, and my Little Prince stuffed toy, my Winnie the Pooh, my Paddington and my heart is whole. </div>
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On Dec 17th I woke up for the first time since my younger brothers death over a year and a half ago and felt I was part of life again. Felt that I could breath and that the world was once more in focus-never the same, never as joy filled, never as bright but in focus again. And with that came such great relief and ease of spirit. Until that moment I think my spirit had died with his, although in grief you do not see that. You do not see much, all you do is feel , and the feelings are something I would not wish on any one.<br />
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But that ease has given me a new outlook has shown me to DO WHAT I LOVE-regardless of outcome. To not care if it brings in income or that others may praise me or that I can label myself by my accomplishments. I now do the things I love because they fill me with joy, because when I am acting, creating art, reading a play, singing doing voice work I am whole, I am ME and that is, I think, the best we can wish for.<br />
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So here is my fav subject-old slavic women,working and living ordinary lives and leaving extraordinary marks on all sorts of lives-in humble pencil on a garbage bag....and I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May you do something today that fills your soul, may you realize the blessing it is that you just ARE.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-6042879437208091952017-11-12T12:27:00.001-08:002017-11-12T12:27:47.283-08:00Piece of Cake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When was the last time you indulged? I am really craving a huge piece of cake with tons of frosting flowers all over it. But that huge piece of cake can equate to a huge ass....so , I tell myself no, and am weirdly proud of denying myself. I fell strong, I feel like the less I indulge, the more I give up, the better I am...look how much I don't have, look how much I hold back from myself-aren't I something<br />
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Where the hell does that come from???? Puritanical values have seeped into my psyche. I must really look at this......and maybe have the biggest piece of cake-marble-a corner piece- and enjoy every single indulgent, glorious bite...mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-41959747462847831972017-11-11T12:19:00.000-08:002017-11-11T12:20:12.631-08:00In this Moment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quick sketch today after sharing the morning with one of the best woman on this planet. One with whom you can take out your soul and say here it is in all its wonders and awfulness, and it is treated gently, lovingly and with humor. I like the feeling that as we age we will share more and more, that our hearts will keep opening and we will keep seeing each other, that we will understand and honor how precious each of us is in THIS moment.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-18256362168435230632017-11-07T09:47:00.000-08:002017-11-07T09:47:25.051-08:00I'm BACK!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I stopped doing this blog for a year or so...a really bad, awful,sad, heartbreaking year. But I seem to be walking out of the despair into some kind of light again, and with it I have committed to doing things that I love-even if they don't bring in the money. I have been so long finding value in only the things that help pay the bills, the work that others pay for, the things that are sort of dull and meaningless to the soul. I hate that phrase do what you want the money will follow, I would rather embrace follow your bliss-and just leave it there. Because BLISS may be the gift of the work of your soul, and that is something I must learn to value.<br />
So with that in mind, I am back to drawing what makes my soul light-ladies in aprons working on everyday stuff-this lady is taking the cover off the rising bread. I can smell the yeasty dough, I can feel the stickiness, I can taste it warm from the oven slathered with butter from the covered brown butter crock in my grandmas kitchen...and those memories are the ones that save my soul when I think I can't go on.....mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-32585756540690462062016-12-20T09:50:00.001-08:002016-12-20T09:50:15.423-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am working with brown paper bags and charcoal and memories.........there is so much loss in my soul that feel as if I am a shadow walking through the world. Nothing loud or fun or bright is stirring me, but I find comfort in these lined faces coming to gentle life in pencil. I like the faded quality, the hauntedness of the image..its about all I can handle at the moment...this comforts memindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-73586417464733457862015-05-10T12:20:00.001-07:002015-05-10T12:20:48.087-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh, I am pretty proud of this. A friend requested a floor cloth and wanted a Georgia O'Keeffe kind of style. I think I nailed it. I really had a blast doing this and its usable art-which I love. I bought a pink vintage shelf at my shop and am putting the porch back together is a kitschy, fun way. Why I never gave myself permission to do this before I will never know. Its almost as if I stopped living for a year or so and just stumbled along, just went with what is instead of really surrounding myself with that which makes me happy. I feel a slight difference lately, an interest that has not been there for a long while.<br />
The daughter is back from college with a new cat. Its been fun to see him try and acclimate to our other three animals. The oldest cat and the dog are ecstatic about a new friend. The youngest cat is being a super brat-and she is usually the mellow one. We had two dogs staying with us over christmas and there ws none of this growling and hissing behavior.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-86933555199267717002015-04-27T13:57:00.000-07:002015-04-27T13:57:14.251-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I just realized I was signed into the wrong gmail account when writing my last blogs. And they were good!!!!!!! I have been fooling around with altoid cans and 3-d stuff which i am loving. Then I got on an aceo fairy kick for a while. Today I was bored of all that and moved on to portraits of women.......I love the smoking woman, she can out so well. these are small but fun to do. Getting details is har, I just bought a brush the size of an eyelash to do eyes and such. It won't last long the way I am using it, but it works so great.<br />
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Spring is upon us and I am determined to keep moving -did my Insanity workout today and then walked up to the post office-so i hit 12,000 steps before noon! Thanks fitbit.....off to do more poractive things-like clean the basement...mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350072643579383504.post-16384917528629911852015-04-13T15:28:00.001-07:002015-04-13T15:28:28.213-07:00<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2161440005047460469" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: #fb5e53; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px; width: 580px;">
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<br /><br /><br /><br />Okay this is just one of the best times I have ever had in my life-and I am not kidding. I have always been enamored of history, puppets and theatre-and after playing with altoid dioramas for a few years I woke up this morning and it suddenly hit me-Punch and Judy!!!!!! that crazy duo that has been around for hundreds of years-I have stood in Covent Garden right next to the Plaque that declares the Punch and Judy sighted in the 1660s by Samuel Pepys. See that is how much of a geek I am. When reading Pepys diary (and if you haven't, oh what you have missed!!!!) I almost had an excitement heart attack when I came to the mention of Punch and Judy-Why you ask??? I have no earthly idea. Maybe it harks back to when I was in grade school and some marionette theatre would come every year and put on shows. I can still feel the thrill, watching those puppets, watching the story, completely absorbed and lost in it. It has been a secret dream to do puppet theatre.....oh, how many wonderfully impractical dreamy things I love to do--<br /><br />so Punch and Judy-in an altoid can-with a back drop-now THAT was a GOOD day<div style="clear: both;">
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We had brunch with some very old friends downtown, all I could think of was how darn expensive it was and how I didn't want to eat much. Then someone asked me if I were happy. and that opened up a dam. I guess I get so worried about what may happen, or what does not happen, that I totally forget to be here with what is happening now. One of the gals was a cancer survivor and she had Lymphoma. We talked about that and I realized how stupidly lucky I am and how I must I MUST stop dwelling in the horrids all the time. Bottom line I am alive my kids and husband are great. Every one is healthy and I am still creating-I have to live in that.....<br />
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So yesterday I did this quick sketch with acrylics ala 40's portrait painting....I love this style and I am finally happy with what I can do with faces. I am learning all the time, and when I have a paintbrush in my hand I am so happy and in the now......these are things to cling to....mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828002800811711718noreply@blogger.com0