When an octopus grabs hold…

It is, as I type, Day 10 of my 30-day art challenge, and I’m having So. Much. Fun. My goal with this challenge was to engage with my art every day, preferably on a project I wasn’t being paid for and hadn’t promised to anyone because I was finding it harder and harder to make time for my own random, occasionally inadvisable, soul-filling art whims.… Read more
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Tomatoes, hedgehogs, and the stalker-y nature of a great idea

Recently, a friend invited me to participate in a “blog hop.” All I had to do was answer four questions and invite three other bloggers to do the same thing. Being all yes-tilting these days, I said I’d do it , and today’s the day. In the interest of full disclosure, let me just say that I am, in fact, breaking all the rules that were given to me… even though there were only two, and they were both completely reasonable.… Read more
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In the moment of creative suckitude

The thing about looking at a finished, beautiful piece of art (or reading a published story, or watching a play, or listening to a song on the radio) is that it’s finished. And beautiful. And most of the time, we don’t see how it got that way. Artists of all ilks talk about the creative process, and while sometimes it sounds a little messy, it also always sounds (when someone else is engaged in it) cool, energized, inspired, adventurous.… Read more
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A life full of YES

A couple of weeks ago, my 24-year-old niece (whom I adore) asked me if I would doodle her a tattoo. She told me what she wanted: a crescent moon and hanging from its top, her horoscope sign, which is Gemini. She gave me no specifications about style or size, didn’t mention if it would be in color, didn’t tell me where she planned to put it when she got it done.… Read more
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The magical little things

Things haven’t really settled down since my last post, which if you missed, you should go read because, nestled in all my usual profundity, I drew my mom in a grass skirt and me in chaps, and that’s not something you see every day (sadly, because we both look amazing). In fact, I’ve been waiting for things to “get back to normal,” and only today did it occur to me that we’re not likely getting back to anything.… Read more
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Me, in chaps

This is what my last two weeks have looked like: My mom fell and broke her hip. But then, the next day, they rebuilt her, made her better than she was before: better, stronger, faster. Okay, not really, but they did put a fancy pin in her hip. This is her surgeon’s (impressively doodly) whiteboard rendition: Meanwhile, one of my best friends, who I haven’t seen in person for four years, was flying out to visit all the way from New Jersey.… Read more
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There’s a place inside you…

This month, one of my dearest friends invited me to participate in a full-moon fire ceremony. I said yes, not only because I love both her and fire ceremonies to pieces, but because I had been struggling with something for a long time, and I had just decided (literally the day before) that what I really needed to do was let go of it.… Read more
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Something in the air

I think there’s something in the air… besides spring. So many people have told me lately how they feel they are in the midst of heady transitions, the kind of internal tectonic shifts that ripple outwards, altering external landscapes in surprising and wonderful ways. I’ve definitely been feeling it myself lately, the tremors of change, the exhilaration of conscious forward motion.… Read more
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Love your (wild) self

This week, I figured out how to redirect my “shop” page to my Etsy store. Let’s pretend it was really hard and it took my special brand of single-minded diligence and technical wizardry to get the job done. Yay me! There was, of course, a domino effect to my getting that to-do list item done. (Have you noticed? There’s always a domino effect!) I need to migrate my digital offerings to Etsy.… Read more
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A love letter to the fiercely optimistic

It’s not easy to be optimistic these days. If you’re awake, if you’re paying attention at all, it’s hard to find beauty in the midst of so much violence, ugliness, intolerance, and apathy. It’s hard to believe in the goodness of humanity when so much badness is on display. But some of you do, every day, and not by sticking your head in the sand.… Read more
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Embracing your mistakes… and then sometimes not

One thing that is really great about writing, especially if you write (as I do) using a computer, is the ease with which you can make changes and fix your mistakes. Cutting, pasting, deleting with the stroke of a few keys… to me, that’s the kind of wizardry Arthur C. Clarke was referencing when he said, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” And if I didn’t appreciate it before, I certainly do now since I’ve taken up inking and painting.… Read more
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