I drew the jewelry box first. It holds a lot of memories and feelings for me. It got me thinking about how an object can elicit so much emotion when it is a vestige of some greater thing, a person, a special time. And the longer we keep these things the more poignant the feelings associated with it. Many years from now maybe someone will throw these things away. I guess it is the same as sentiments.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
"But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here,
silent, all these years."
This song touches home with me. One price of living with a controlling person is the steady closing in of walls. If you change what you are doing or saying, even once, to accommodate someone else's sickness (I don't mean a compromise) you are giving away bits of your own power, your birthright - a voice in this world.
It turns out that voice is still there. It was just buried beneath the ashes.
Monday, November 5, 2012
My favorite beer of the moment. Thanks to Alberto for giving me the idea of spattering paint. It gave the background just a little bit of texture. I see about 10 things I would like to change, but that's just the little voice in my head that finds fault in everything I do. Stuff yourself little voice. I'm loving my painting today.
I have just discovered Sally Seltmann, a Sydney based singer, songwriter and producer. Here she is singing "On The Borderline" from her captivating album Heart That’s Pounding (2010). I love her beautiful, knock-out voice and sophisticated, quirky lyrics. I'm not a music reviewer, but this sure got me out of a funk yesterday. It is a song of renewal. Hope you enjoy it!
Friday, November 2, 2012
I'm feeling a little blue. But it is a beautiful day. I've got some coffee and leftover pizza, things could be worse, yes? I think I overdid this painting. It was feeling so dull to me so I threw some paint at it and felt better! Maybe someday I'll add some more color to my work, other than blue. Yeah, one step at a time.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
This Power and Control diagram is a helpful tool in understanding the overall pattern of abusive and violent behaviors, which are used by a batterer to establish and maintain control over his partner. Very often, one or more violent incidents are accompanied by an array of these other types of abuse. They are less easily identified, yet firmly establish a pattern of intimidation and control in the relationship. Just click image for full size.Developed by: Domestic Abuse Intervention Project 202 East Superior Street Duluth, MN 55802
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Sometimes I feel I am hanging on by a thread, but still I hang on. It is time to climb a mountain. I read a story a while ago about someone who overcame adversity. She was unwell, doctors had given up basically, but not only did she get healthy again, she swam the English Channel. There was a line in the article that stuck in my head for months; What happened next blew everyone away.
Every so often, if I hear a special song, or see billowy clouds floating across the sky- all the fear goes away. And I feel free. Not just better, but completely and utterly free. It doesn't always last but it is enough to let me know these awful feelings I sometimes get are just a trick of the mind. Mind games.
A friend of mine died age 24 of Juvenile Diabetes. I know what she would want me to do. She would want me to fight. To grow. To get happy. So, I must make my mind stronger.
Pettiness makes me feel heavy. Reading about weighty stuff makes me absolutely light headed.
Mathematics is one thing that I love to read and learn about. My weakest subject at school; I think of it like boot-camp for my mind. There is a book I have been working at for a while called, "Why Beauty is Truth, A History of Symmetry," by Ian Stewart. It makes my brain hurt but I love it. Every time I read it I forget about everything else because it is really hard for me to understand and comprehend, but eventually I get it. Then I feel like a took a big happy pill. I feel connected. Which makes me free.
So my antidote to small minded? Open your mind. Expand. Learn. Let the games begin.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
This is the first watercolor painting I have done in many years. Prior to that I had painted since I could pick up a brush. When I paint I forget myself. My mind feels free and happy! So here is my first effort after far too long an absence. I like to leave a lot of white and keep things loose. I chose glass just to give myself a hard time! What do you think?