Art & Quilts
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A wooden Lady
It came to me while writing today, that I used to be a rock. A solid unmoving sturdy chunk of ‘being okay’ no matter what Rock; that you couldn’t shake my good nature. I withstood false promises and never… Continue reading
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Wanting me to disappear.
I found it interesting that my mother’s voice still echoes in my head, that it rings out loud and clear each and every time I veer off her well-beaten path, my fear of disappointing her screams louder than the thrill… Continue reading
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Enter In
Julia Cameron writes in The Artist’s Way, “I like to think of the mind as a room. In that room, we keep all our usual ideas about life, God, what’s possible and what’s not. The room has a door. That… Continue reading
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Mine.
As I was reading Chapter Two of The Artist’s Way book by Julia Cameron, I found similarities between finding your artist self and leaving toxic relationships. She is leading you forward suggesting ideas and things that will focus on… Continue reading
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Art
The contrasts in life are incredible and their depths unimaginable, the reach between them are so they do not touch nor do they brush up against each other, two drastically different worlds, yet on the same planet living and breathing… Continue reading
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Same Piece.
Last night I viewed lots of different Art, and it seemed each Artist had a message or feeling of energy that came through the piece. The art piece said more about the artist than the art. It is… Continue reading
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Willing to Hear.
Two years ago on Easter Sunday I began this blog. At the time, I felt that I would have something to say to help other women who found themselves lost in their own lives, and instead I have found it… Continue reading
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Surprises Me!
“What is so interesting is that your quilt Lady has no body and your blog is all about the body…” is an insight a woman shared with me about my Art. “I don’t think you even see what you do…”… Continue reading
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A field with no rules.
Rewrite, Rewrite, Rewrite were the last words spoken in our final writing class for the year, they echoed and bounced around in my head, unsure if this was encouragement or a reprimand. We had just sat though an hour and… Continue reading
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