More than ever before, we need to be making things. This is not merely to while-away the time or to keep our minds off of all the sad news and the what-will-happens. There is an inherent belief in creating something that says, if only in a small way, “Tomorrow will come. A new day will … Continue reading Tomorrow
Tag: artful living
Gamut
In a week of drawing trees, one can run the gamut of emotions. From surprise in a Walmart parking lot to needing a hug, to laughing out loud, or standing in silent awe ... trees evoke a plethora of thoughts and feelings. I am not always able to capture the full range of this in … Continue reading Gamut
The Space Between
There is a delicious space between one’s head and the page. Sometimes I am not so aware of it as I begin to draw. But several drawings of late have me pondering this place where connections are made, lines speak like words, life informs lines, and vice versa. Certainly no one would see this expansive … Continue reading The Space Between
Trees & Me
It really shouldn’t surprise me. Drawing has always been so much more than simply lines on a page. I forget this phenomenon of conversation between hands and heart, of lines bold and thin drawing out what I need to see or acknowledge. Of course I thought, when I set about to draw a tree a … Continue reading Trees & Me
New Year Eyes
”There are eyes in pencils and pens.” This quote by John Piper, found in a book I’m re-reading for the umpteenth time, echoes down a long hallway of years of drawing and writing. I know this to be true...how I see so much better when I’m wearing my pens. A bic pen for writing daily … Continue reading New Year Eyes
Attention
In the middle of November I started to draw what was happening in my head. Well, it wasn’t only in my head. Some of the ideas that flutter around in my head come through my hands, or at least get started to see if they want to be fully birthed. Not all of the ideas … Continue reading Attention
Revolution
It takes 365 days for the earth to make one full trip around the sun. That’s 8,760 hours. Or 525,600 minutes. Or 31,536,000 seconds. Small increments, tiny moments, so many ordinary events which create one revolution. Birthdays remind me of this. One more turning of the years has been made up of many days and … Continue reading Revolution
Tingle
Our neck of the woods received a wallop of snow last weekend! As if the excitement and delight of SNOW isn't enough, I've also been sensing a familiar tingle, a bit more than I have in previous weeks. It began with sketches showing up in my writing journal. The tingle continued and is now waking … Continue reading Tingle
The Brink of Something
I have wakened, as I do every morning, to the blissful sounds of a quiet house. Of a coffee pot gurgling. A fridge humming. A clock ticking. In this pre-dawn deliciousness, I feel poised on the brink of something... ...a day ...a holiday ...days off from the norm ...a barrage of emotions which accompany being … Continue reading The Brink of Something
“I Will Never…”
I should have known better. It's happened a couple of times before. I said it years ago..."I will never knit socks." And then, somehow (I honestly don't remember what made me pick up teeny tiny needles and start knitting my first sock) I found myself knitting pairs of socks one right after the other. So … Continue reading “I Will Never…”