Transition

Moving messes with one’s creativity. At least it does mine.

After six weeks in our new home where most things had found a new home, a new room, a new cupboard, or a new shelf, we were getting the hang of living in our new space. But then we transitioned . . . → Read More: Transition

Effort

I’m back…but it’s been an effort. It’s been nearly two months since I’ve sat down at my computer to create what had become a weekly discipline for four years. How quickly one gets out of a routine when other things in life take precedence. But seriously, I have a good excuse. Many . . . → Read More: Effort

Backstory

Ordinarily a story has a beginning, middle and an end. But some stories take decades to unfold, so much so that the beginning sometimes fades into a distant memory. Such is the backstory with our recent decision to relocate from California to North Carolina. One would like to say it began Christmas . . . → Read More: Backstory

Salt

The art workshops at the Lighthouse are a challenge for Theresa. Art doesn’t come naturally to her which often leads to frustration and a lack of confidence. She’s not necessarily alone so we purposefully offer a variety of art experiences for the ladies who are part of a year-long, faith-based residential treatment . . . → Read More: Salt

Cinderella

A recent talk I heard entitled Cinderella Revisited inspired last week’s art activity at the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse. The essence of the message was that Cinderella was dead in the enslaved environment of her life with a wicked step-mother and two ugly sisters . . . → Read More: Cinderella

Anger Sort Of

Sometimes I set up an art activity and everything goes as planned. Other times? Not so much. That happened last Friday at the weekly therapeutic art workshop at the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based, residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse. The group of women currently in the program is largely . . . → Read More: Anger Sort Of

Happenin’

It’s finally happenin’! After a very fruitful summer season of quilt making, the design wall is finally bare and has come down. Fabric bins have been moved downstairs. Pictures and art work have come off the walls. My two 8′ work tables have been re-positioned 90° in front of the storage shelves. . . . → Read More: Happenin’

The Art of Aging

My husband could live in a closet. Me? Not so much. But I’m trying to be a supportive spouse and learn to live in less space as we grow older. Especially since I have three “offices” in our home – a computer/art supply storage work space downstairs, a fiber arts/art storage work . . . → Read More: The Art of Aging

Raw

Raw emotions. Red for ANGER. Green for ENVY. Great black looping CONFUSION. Periodic EXPLOSIONS. That’s the mask Ashley describes wearing because she believes expressing her anger is a stronger position than crying although her tears are just beneath the surface. She knows that needs to change….in a safe place…in a safe way…at a safe pace. It’s not going to . . . → Read More: Raw

Fear Not

What is it about photos? Why are they so hard to get rid of? The duplicates, the out-of-focus, the poorly composed? Why do I feel mildly anxious, regretful, ambivalent about every one I relegate to the wastebasket? All this photographic angst is wrestling mano a mano with my urge to be ruthless. With . . . → Read More: Fear Not