{being transformed}

"free to fly"

Last week, I officially became an Arizonian!

And I managed to take a GREAT license picture.

I also ventured to the Tempe Public Library, an impressively large, newly-renovated library where the library cards are not only designed by local artists, but you can choose which design you like most for your card.

Score!

While searching for books and running around the stacks as I worked down my list, I found the most amazing book: When Walls Become Doorways: Creativity and the Transforming Illness by Dr. Tobi Zausner. The book contains little profiles on artists and how they create art despite disability or illness and HOW they beat all odds to create when faced with difficulty. As I began to read, I became more and more enthralled with the idea that I, too, could create despite my limitations.

For years, I have pushed myself to sit at a desk and work, or stand and paint against a wall. And while I love creating, and have painted and drawn and collaged in such ways, I felt ucky after, or had to leave while in the flow due to pain. How, then, could I create without causing myself unnecessary pain?

I already wrote while sitting in my comfortable recliner, so why couldn’t I paint?

So I grabbed the drawer tower thingy I got at Walmart and plunked it down next to my chair in the living room. Pulled out the paints and stacked them on top, treating it like a table. Now, I’d have all my supplies close at hand and could remain comfortable while painting!

With my paint near the TV, I could paint while watching my favorite Primetime shows (I’m currently listening to Castle!)! And, amazing thing - I was more productive!

According to Zausner, people with ADD can usually find it easier to focus when music, media, or the spoken word is played in the background - and I agree, though I’ve never officially been diagnosed with ADD. By letting something play in the background, I don’t get “bored.” Usually, when reading or writing or doing art, I’ll be in the flow and then my brain will grab onto something else - I’ll check Twitter, my email, or just daydream - before I go back to what I’m working on. With music playing or the TV on, I can be much more productive and focused.

Which shouldn’t be a huge surprise, seeing as I’ve done most of my writing while watching my shows at night. But it was a breakthrough to me. 

"high in flight"


And what else could I do to promote self-care? How do you take those limitations or disabilities and turn them into a fresh, unique piece of artwork? When I move to make art, now, I allow myself to be me - completely and totally me, with whatever supplies I have and how I’m feeling - and make my art.

These new journals I’m making are a singular piece of art through smaller parts. I allow mistakes and new ideas and non-standard sizes. Instead of seeing my shaking hands and lack of proper foot on the machine as a negative, I’m using it as a positive to make art instead of simply a product. I am more joyful in creating, more open.

My style is now influenced by all the new scenery around me, the plants foreign to me. Loops and solid colors and less collage. I will work through it, add more and more of myself to it, but I’ve dived in, laughed, and allowed change. It’s an amazing feeling.

So now I’m making smaller 6”x6” pieces on paper that are available. I’m putting myself out there. If you’re interested, leave a comment. Pay what you’d like. And I’ll make more feathers and flowers and put them out there, too.

Even if I’m petrified to come straight out and say to shop owners, “Your store is amazing and I’d love to teach here!”

{the power of the written word; a short story fragment}

I wish there were a way to convey the feel of my journal across the internet.

About a week ago, I was having wild thoughts. And usually, I just let them filter through my head, blending into one another, but for some reason, this journal came into my head. I rescued it from a box and paged through the small smattering of visual journal entries I'd done in it back when it was new. Now, two years later, the cover is creased and the signatures holding the old entries is loose.

But the paper is smooth and plentiful. Actually, the book feels heavier than it looks and is a solid, flexible weight in my hands. I even looped the rubber band around it, remembering -- and this is silly, I think -- the journal in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, how there were all sorts of bits shoved in-between the pages, the entire thing held together by a thin rubber band.

Mine has a make-and-take card in it, and sometimes, my ID.

I've been attached to this thing. It goes with me everywhere, and I can be found writing in it while out to dinner or at lectures or curled up in bed at 3am. While I've been a visual journaler for years, I haven't kept a strictly written diary of sorts for at least five years. The whole thing makes me feel like a girl from the turn of the century, one who wears beautiful dresses and lounges under trees to pen her thoughts. I write about creativity, my day, how I haven't been sleeping. I think about books I've read and quotes I've seen and issues I'm dealing with.

The process has been magical.

Sometimes, I can even be found paging through it, smiling at all the words. There are sketches of ideas and random doodles and notes and stories on these pages. I know I've been a long proponent of keeping a single journal, but for now, I am happy keeping a written journal and working out my journaling visually on loose pieces of canvas. For now, this is my happy balance.

I also wanted to share the following. It's a fragment, a beginning, of a short story I've had in my soul for years but never wrote down. This was written at 3am while in the throws of one of my plaguing RLS (restless leg syndrome)/FMS sleepless nights, and is the story of a Fibromite. I let my brother read it when I saw him over the weekend, and was amazed at how reading this little bit has helped him to understand me so much more.

(as of yet untitled story...)

This, she thinks, is my own private hell.

The chairs are padded, but just barely; she casts her eyes around the room, at the old people who sit uncomfortably with her in the waiting room. They seem as miserable as her. A woman fans herself with last month’s In Style, the loose skin on her arms wobbling in the air.

Melinda turns a page in the Newsweek in her lap, aching to appear worldly to an audience of stand-in authority. Words blur together around a photo of jumping flames, and she sees a similarity between herself and the figure standing inside the inferno. Kindred spirits, she thinks, tracing the outline with her finger. It is impossible to tell if the person is running to or from the fire. For now, they are at a standstill for all eternity in four colors.

Behind sliding glass windows, the assistants answer phones and enter records. They, too, are older. As are the nurses. It makes Melinda self-conscious, being the youngest, and makes her wonder: if she’s here at 25, where will she go at 60?

Newsweek has lost her attention. She shifts, attempting to fall into a more bearable position for her legs and back but finds each new one worse than before.

An electronic bell chimes as a man comes through the door, shuffling along with a silver walker. The clock clicks ten minutes past her appointment.

And all the eyes, wondering how she fits into their geriatric puzzle.

~ ~ ~

After the icy chill of the doctor’s office, the blazing summer heat is positively suffocating, and Melinda cranks up the A/C in her car as soon as she climbs in. As the car begins to cool, she leans her head back and closes her eyes, allowing the cooling air to blow noisily on her face.

This is no way to live, she tells herself. But what alternative is there?

Sufficiently cooled, she leans forward and back out of the parking space, heads towards the pharmacy armed with three scripts — two refills, one new. She used to get hopeful when her doctor prescribed new meds. “Just to see if they help,” he always says, but years of push and pull and handfuls of pills that do nothing but give her bad side-effects has made her doubtful, cynical. A glimmer of hope exists somewhere, but it is buried so deep inside, its tune is only a whisper on the edge of her hearing.

All she wants to do is go home. The injections make her heart beat fast and head swim, though only for two days or so. But right now, she feels tired right down to her bones; they feel as hollow as a bird’s but no lighter. A bed, book, and pillow is what she needs to remain afloat as the medicine kicks in and eases the wild waves of pain crashing violently against her very core.

TBC...

{joy is...}

 

Joy is...

Showing your accomplishments to the world and feeling love come back to you...

Having your father say, "I'm so proud of you. You make me happy. And your mother. And so many people."

Realizing you don't have to fake it till you make it because today, you've made it..

Letting people surprise you...

Today doesn't promise to be a happy day, but we can decide to focus on the positive instead of the negative. We can celebrate the joy of a life and give hugs and love and continue on, living our own lives to the fullest.

 

♥ you.

 

{things i'm digging this monday afternoon}

july 11

+ I've decided I want to start drawing every day again. I'm working in two little journals and rip the pages out and tape them in as extra pages in my regular journal. which is becoming more of a sketchbook filled with art and drawings and such. It's really exciting. This is yesterday's page, done while lying on the couch.

+ Zura has created an directory of all the great classes and workshops you can find online. Give it a browse and find something new to learn!

+ You've been following Connie's 30 Journals in 30 Days, right? My interview will be up on July 19th. :D

+ I got my copy of Dawn Sokol's Doodle Diary: Art Journaling for Girls. It's AMAZING. Go over and check out my review to see how much I love it! And while you're there, grab a copy!

+ Have you noticed the new link up top there? That's right -- you can now grab the first three issues of my art journaling 'zine Page by Page as either a digital copy or printed 'zine. There's tons of great stuff in there!

+ I'm also now blogging daily over at Journal Girl Loves...., my tumblr of journal and creativity inspiration.

{inside the red suitcase}

With the studio being packed up, many of my supplies are now stored here, inside a vintage red suitcase of unknown origins. It sits alongside my papers and a tool-box of paint and such. I love opening it, looking at the wonders inside. I could get used to working out of such a thing. Plus, it's portable and ready for anything!

Click on the images to go to Flickr, where I've put notes on the photos to tell you what's inside!

 

inside the red suitcase

 

inside the red suitcase

 

inside the red suitcase

 

inside the red suitcase

 

inside the red suitcase

{making for the sake of making, in and out of digital}

This afternoon, I was thinking, "I haven't done any art lately, have I?"

The reasoning for this goes: The last time I sat in the studio working with paints and such was last Thursday, after a day out with iced chai. This week's live vlog was interrupted by circumstance and appointments. The weekend was spent out with friends all over the city.

So I felt guilty. This is because, as Linda Woods said on Twitter today, "Sometimes it's hard when your job is what everyone else does for a hobby." When you don't go and work in your journal, it's because life's busy. When I don't go in and work on a painting or in my journal or make a video, I worry because projects and such are what I depend on for a living. Sending out emails and writing articles and teaching classes. I'm still in this valley between finishing one project and starting another, but haven't been very pro-active, and I need to be.

My thought, thus, made me feel guilty. And like a slacker. But then I realized something -- what I was doing for fun was just as much art as anything I create.

And here's where we enter silly fangirl territory. Because in order to finish this post, I'm going to have to show you what I was working on over the weekend.


Ahem. Yes, they're wallpapers. Now that I have the desktop computer, I can work in Photoshop much easier, which means I've been making stock images, collecting textures, and re-building my brush collection.

Funny thing is, I haven't made digital art for fun with no hope for future use in years. And a lot of what I've learned making my own graphics and laying out PDFs and books and teaching in classes has really influenced where I am now. So I sat back, after I felt a little guilty, and realized this is art, too. Sure, they're wallpapers for a movie I may be a little enamored with, but I'm happy with them.

There is so much I used to know how to do that I've simply forgotten. I had to sit back and try to remember how to apply a texture. How each layer style worked. Opacity. Effects. Even color combination. Sitting and doing art different than I have been for the last five years was fun. I thought differently.

And all this has me thinking more and more about digital art. I've been hugely impressed with Roben-Marie's work, every little thing she makes amazing me (and I was able to preview sets made with my artwork today, and am just....floored by her talent). I've done hybrid journal pages, starting with paint and ending on the computer. So now I'm thinking of going deeper. Exporting more. And what if took the digital and brought it back out of the computer and into the physical world and applied it. How would that work? And I'm excited to try and answer that question.

Anyway, I guess all this means that we don't need to strive to make high art, or "right" art, or what's good right now or popular. We can sit down in front of our computers and play with screenshots from a movie just because and maybe, just maybe, can bring it all together and create ourselves along the way.

(The wallpapers are available on my LiveJournal, btw. I'm going to go hide, now.)

(I am working on all the emails from the garage sale; you should have a response tomorrow.)

{an end, a beginning, and class help}

I've gotten a bunch of sign ups for my newest class, and there have been questions. XD Let me help you out!

To enroll, you need to go Artjournaling.ning.com and ask to join the Class Group.

Since I've requested you submit your username with your payment, I'll have a record of you so I can say yes! If you didn't give me a username with your payment, leave me a comment or send a message.

I'm sorry I haven't been around much! I'm a perfectionist, so in laying out the PDF file for the class, I'm printing copies, finding mistakes, and fiddling. I should probably just let it be, but some part of me enjoys creating professional-looking documents for you all! That, and I'm editing video. All the raw material's done, I just need to make it pretty!

"flight"

On Monday, I allowed myself some art time outside of class and Points of Two, and finished the girl with the wings.

I'm really happy with how she came out. The mistake I made last week actually allowed me to approach her in a new way -- I was forced to think around the "mistake" I made, and ended up creating luminescent wings (by mixing Interference Violet in with the color) that shine when you walk in the room. My love of large canvases continues.

Sometimes, you just need to go and do it. Forget about fear, or not being able to fill the entire canvas -- just grab one with a coupon from Michael's and start painting. I've found focusing on smaller parts at a time helps fill the white space edge to edge.

Then, I draw a girl. The girl is always me, a reflection of how I'm feeling. What I need to do. What I'm looking to achieve. Whatever spiritual or mental problem I'm working through. These girls are me. They are you. They are every one of us who feels and lives in the moment.

smaller pretty in progress

Here's the board I picked up at the Habitat for Humanity resale store. I'm pretty sure these are used suspended between poles to make movable places to stand -- the other side is full of foot marks, and the edge it all marked up -- but I thought this was a perfect size to work on for a new idea I got. The top and bottom have metal edges, and I love the feel of found art.

Hard to believe, but this has about five or six layers so far. I'm trying to find a sand paper that gets through the top ones so I can show the color underneath. It's a lot of experimentation. So I'm scraping and scratching and painting wildly. I'm so excited to see how this turns out! I'm treating it as a giant journal page, so anything can happen!