Well, with procrastination at a premium. Here are the ATC ‘s I made for this months swap.
I had this buttterfly that Jimmy gave me last fall. I keep it on the kitchen window sill. I love it. I got to do my fabric pattern collage thing, the draw with my watercolor pencils then paint, finishing touches with pitt pens. I loved this little sunshine project.
I think waiting to get mine back from the swap is the best part.
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Well, for the Fly Tribe of women I a gratefully a member of we are having a blog hop! It is about SHOES. If there is anything I love more (or as much as) paper its shoes. My closet is to small. I can Only say I purchase them in 3′s !!!!! So my first thought was lay them all out take a photo of them all, put them in a mountainous pile ( but that might injury them) so then which pair? Boots, heels my running shoes? The ones from Paris? Italy? Nordstroms? Okay how about my favorites? Favorite how can I pick just one? Wow how do I pick ? ? ? My favorite things.
I love shoes! I have different names for them some fun, some utilitarian, some are just…. Well unspeakable . . . .
So my shoes. They take me places, everywhere. Where am I ? ? ?
I am in the prime of my life. Blooming as a woman, growing as an artist, a sudo mother, and a friend. Where do they take me? EVERYWHERE!!!! I am grateful for the courage! I go anywhere I desire, I am not fearless just wanting to experience the world, everything it has to offer. I love my shoes. I love that they can take me any where and everywhere. Photos of my shoes.
Well here’s my boots.
This week they took me to work in San Francisco, Ca.
I love my shoes!
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So the question was posed “Why you love art. What about art inspires you. You can have art in it or not”
It was an invitation from my “fly girls, my tribe, my classmates” to join them, to be a part of, a prt of something good of crearive energy.
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Corny? Possibly. But I know it never fails. When all else does, what I am left with is Hope. I guess it could be worse to be without hope. That is unimaginable to me. I remember a time of spiritual bankruptcy, I had no hope, no faith, felt destined to carry on blotting out the misery of my horrible existence until the bitter end.
It is no longer that way for me. For that I am grateful, I have been living a path with new found freedom for many years now.
I was given a small drop of hope. The seed from which I grew a new and better life, a life worth living. So as the new year starts I think that hope is the word.
