all good things

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my studio… how lucky i am to have a studio! the mere thought makes me smile deliciously big, even though it has been months now… may the delight never wear off on me.

after writing yesterday’s post, i loved getting this card in the mail from lovely lisa marie:

Fear less, hope more,
eat less, chew more,
whine less, breathe more,
talk less, say more,
love more, and all
good things
will be yours
~ swedish proverb

i’m feeling gutsy and ballsy and very NORTH today.
i’m saying with passion: you CAN do it. i DIG what you are doing.
i feel deepness in my core when i see others walking their talk.
and that’s all i really want to say about that. just that:
YOU CAN.

surf delights:
:: my gorgeous friend emelisa is running her creative workshops in the hinterland of brisbane… if you’re up that way, check it out! she is a beautiful soul indeedy, with a heart soaked message to share
:: an earthy and groovy magazine for 8-12 year olds
:: the awesome art of sand fantasy
:: loving ali edwards‘ new blog design
:: watercolour journalling is yummy!
:: the writing of james
:: collage art – drink it up 🙂

the morning walk

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i stay up last night reading letters to a young artist. some bits i need now, others don’t strike me but i know i’ll need them later. i take note of the three important things: morning pages, walking and holding your gold ~ creating your art instead of speaking about it. in the steaming night, i try to get to sleep but ideas flood me. i find myself searching out my asian~silk journal in the darkness, drawing blindly, not wanting to wake my beloved by turning on the light. in the morning i find that i have drawn all over written pages. it makes me laugh.

i wake and see chris off, before writing my three morning pages. my mind feels clearer for it. i feel all ajumbo with ideas, so i take the second piece of advice – walk. i walk down to the park near our house, the park that is barely a skip from our front door, and yet i have only rode through it before. i am mesmerised by the lattice shadows in the lane. i sit beneath a tree, flies and grasshoppers akimbo, and stream out the ideas on to the page. i watch as an indian myna bird chases a grasshopper. it is good to be out under the sky, journal in hand.

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this morning i felt uncomfortable. and i laughed out loud: because i realised that is was good to feel uncomfortable. i laughed out loud because i am breaking out of an old mould, and transitioning into a new shape that is fitting me better.

less tv
more connecting
no meat
more nutrition
no reality shows
more reading
less procrastinating
more creating
without fear
and all in love.

Studio Friday: Playtime!

Studio Friday‘s theme this week is Playtime. The remarkable Tine charged us with the task of using two fingers from our non dominant hand to dab in paint and walk along the page.

Mine began as this ~ it ended up looking like japanese mountains. I then got my paintbrush out and made it into a journal entry. There’s so much to say…

Donna tells me – get organised. It will make you even more creative. Paint the backgrounds, then let them come to you. So I do, and it works…
Reading Julia Cameron’s “Letters to a young artist” ~ and it is profound. Everyone must go through this. Stop talking about creating – just put the hours in and create. No matter if it’s “good” or “bad” – it’s all necessary.

what makes me happy…

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~ going on an adventure on saturday morning, and finding these gorgeous pillows on super sale. nothing smells like happy like an adventure and hyper hippy pillows.

~ long conversations on the phone with delicious donna. she shines lightbulbs into my soul even when i am feeling stuck. she ordered me off the phone with: now get into that studio, clean it up, put james taylor on, and paint!
and it worked. eighteen backgrounds painted, eight finito. *insert shining smile of an artist*

~ julia cameron’s “letters to a young artist.” i began reading it last night, and it is straight up remarkable. she says: stop talking about creating art. just CREATE. stop worrying if it is good or bad. put the time in.
between this book, donna, and swirlygirl‘s post about committing to studio time, i feel renewed with a passion of just getting in there, and getting filthy with paint.

i feel like i don’t have to worry anymore about the end result. that the mere act of creation, of painting and discovering is action enough. donna asked me if i liked what i had created today. i said: i’m not sure. but i know i’m on the right path, so i’m gunna keep on following it.


~ all these things, combined with getting rid of our tv, doing dream projects makes me feel like i am flowering inside.

I feel like seeds and shoots are growing inside me… that my inner life and my belly are filling with ideas and projects and clearer desires. explore, navigate, discover, journey.

~ treating myself well. finding out, and revelling in what makes me happy.

~ buying candles from dusk, to illuminate our re~creation room at night. candlelight feels so much better than the loom of the tv.

~ the most scrumptious angel ecard on the planet {via the delicious and wonderful delia}

~ an email from my schoolfriend sonia, finishing with:
“Miss your sunshine and gentle summer rain…”

~ watching the sunset from the front porch

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“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”
~ Pablo Neruda

moment

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i see a photo of a bird, and it makes my heart happy.

as we walked to work, i reached into a tree to gather smooth green nuts with sweet cupping hats. paris told me it was an acorn. i had never known an acorn before.

i gathered a leaf. paris wasn’t sure what it was, but i held it. in the lifts i turned to a workmate, getting him to touch the smooth acorns. he told me the leaf was from a pin oak tree, and that they were common in cities as they were resistant to pollution. in autumn, they will turn a vivid red.

it is so damn nice to know this. to have botany lessons in the morning. to name and love these beautiful things that line my street. i’ve been making everyone touch the acorns all day. i keep being reminded of jeff pitcher’s article about recognising trees and logos. i want to know more trees and less logos.

i talk to my lover in the park, by the gandhi statue, by the serpent goddess statue, in the forest under the trees. and i feel our spirits shine through, and we speak gently. we walk side by side, his presence by my shoulder, his spirit knowing mine.

i eat tofu laksa with him and adam and dave in the city tonight. it’s good just to laugh and talk, and drink bubble tea for the very first time.