Tag Archives: mixed media

Cubes of creativity create musings.

start something cubes

Being creative is a bit lost on me at present. I have been so busy with setting up my website, preparing for my first ever fair, fixing other collected paintings for the fantail collection, planning and making “start something” creativity packs, dealing with suppliers and endless paperwork… and planning some visits to other places….(where maybe you may join me for a good discussion over a wine or coffee…?)…well, there really hasn’t been much creativity going on in my life (apart from a few photographs) of late.

So today as I was making up some sample packs, I just had to use two of the cute little wooden blocks and some of my collection of mixed media bits and papers and just “play”. I sat with my son on the floor and we made a creative cube each…. It felt great! And I realised it has been far too long!

I am ready to get back to creating art and (I hope) inspiring others to be creative. I have missed it.

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Believe…

believe

Believe:

In yourself.

In the goodness and kindness of others – strangers, acquaintances, family and friends.

That things will turn out fine. Maybe not how you expect, however.

That you will achieve your dream.

 

 

 


Creating on a lazy sunday…

remarkable world

It was the first time in seemingly ages – that I had some time to get out my journal/mixed media supplies/paper collections, and just open my journal and play around. I let my mind wander, and I was trying to not over-think anything and just see what developed. This photo is part of an entire page, but I especially like this little composition.

 

 


Thoughts on thoughts…

journal 2014

I have been thinking a lot recently – thinking about thoughts…About how our thoughts affect our feelings and then in turn how our emotions then affect our actions. I have also been thinking  about how they are all linked and entwined. Each one seemingly reinforcing the others in how we think, feel and ultimately act.

Like many of us, especially those with a disposition toward creating, it seems, I can easily slip into quite negative thoughts about my creative endeavours which in turn affects my feelings about my art and ultimately my own self. This in turn then affects my actions…my thoughts and emotions sabotage my efforts to succeed…my actions can actually reinforce the negative thoughts and feelings..it can be a vicious negative cycle and hard to break out of.

These pages from my journal are a snap shot of some of my recent thoughts about this process from our thoughts to feelings through to our actions. I realised that I was in fact my own worst enemy. I realised my destructive thoughts were directly affecting my actions toward achieving my creative goals.  The challenge now is to make change. Here is a snapshot of some of my thoughts expressed creatively on some of this…


Happenstance…

happenstance

 

Happenstance, meaning Chance: A chance circumstance or chance encounter.

Meeting someone and in an instance feeling like you have spent your whole life waiting for them, or having an unexpected experience that changes the planned trajectory of your life – that’s Happenstance and it  requires being brave and open to new experiences. .

But happenstance (chance) gets a bad rap these days… “Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t take unnecessary risks. Plan everything. Be organised. Be consistent. Take the low risk option. Play it safe. Take the safe route. Be reliable, etc…” 

But there comes a time for most of us when you just have to follow your heart. Sometimes you have to follow your gut instinct. Or trust a complete stranger. Or take a different path from everyone else. Or offer a stranger assistance. Or do something that really isn’t rational or sensible but somehow makes sense to you in that moment.

Sometimes life really does change direction on the strength of a comment, a glance, a missed train, while waiting at a bus stop, with a strangers smile or a kind offer. Happenstance. My latest word for my collection of words, quotes & musings. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


A thought on personal and individual style.

symbols in home

What is individual style? I have been thinking about this and have come up with a few thoughts about it. To me personal style transcends your home, your studio, your art, your creative endeavours. They are all just manifestations of your style. Your style is you. It is what makes you a unique person on this planet. Style is a reflection of your genuine self, your expression of who you are. Style is understanding who you are and being extremely at ease with that.

Your personal style is partly what others see, it is your art and your creations, your thoughts expressed, your home, and your community. As I think about this I see images from my home, my art, my studio and my journals – all different but threads of the same things – old symbols (hearts, circles, crosses), text and use of letters and words, old patina’s and vintage finds. Trees, beaches, bridges, buildings, houses all feature in my style, as does finding old nests, collecting sea-glass, rocks and shells, quirky finds and birds, horses, growing food, and history all interest me. Writing musings, journalling and playing with mixed media, painting big abstract paintings and trying to do photography everyday are my style. Noticing things others might miss and finding beauty in everyday things are my style. My style is thinking in interconnected circles but writing in bullet points.

Your style is also how you live. Being a mum to four kids will always be my first priority. That’s my style too. Like many of us, I am juggling everyday – the divergent needs and demands of a large complicated and blended family, working to earn income, running, and try to find space in my day to create, fitting in all the other messy stuff in between, that’s my style too.

I am a mother to three boys rapidly moving into that strange place between being men and boys, and one 4 year old princess fairy. A writer and keen blogger. I am a runner. I am a photographer. I am an artist. I am creative. I dream of Italy and of visiting Europe one day. I dream of living closer to the land, but also (ironically) closer to the city centre and so I can smell and hear the sea. I dream of my three sons as babies and wonder at their journey into being young men. I love my pink, sparkly princess who has in a thousand different ways saved me from myself through this process with her enormous smiles, delicious cuddles and piles of charm, giggles and songs. All of this, is part of me.

What has running got to do with style? Running is very much apart of who I am now, after I put on my trainers one year ago exactly and ran to the first lamp post then walked the next two. I run to clear my mind, to think straight, to have my body hurt in a good way. I run so no one can see tears occasionally. I run to have a few precious moments when no-one needs me. Running gives me space to plan, dream and plot. It takes time but it also makes me more creative and more efficient. I also see things that I don’t see when driving or distracted by tasks and errands. They are all part of my style.

Is style is the only thing you have left when you strip everything back to its barest state. Or is style is an individual and original point of view delivered with confidence? Or, the culmination of all the parts of a life brought together? Or is style really just having curiosity, a sense of spirit and confidence in yourself?


Why not tempt fate?

tempt fate

Initially this mixed media image said “Don’t tempt fate”. I like it far better compositionally without the “Don’t” word – it just looks better! I also like the message itself far more without its authoritative and negative “don’t” attached.

If fate is where/who/what we are pre-destined be in the future…then I say let’s start by knowing the place where our heart feels most glad, where our bones rest best, where we are loved most and where we are most free to be ourself.

Tempt fate – mixed media piece – found papers, stamps, ephemera and a “Tempt” store brochure (very nice store in New Plymouth).


Up the garden path…

garden query

I found the image of the garden path…it led me to a thought about people who come and go in your life and those who stay…The question I had was…who will walk with me..today? And in the future?

Some people come and go in your life and that’s ok. What matters is not who walks the path with you when it is wide, smooth, and clear for miles but who is also there when it gets narrow, rocky and hard to see.


The rains have come…

abstract image 2012

The rain has come at long last…starting slowly yesterday with a slow tease, but is now rolling thunder, lighting crashing through the sky, a torrential downpour drenching every surface, filling our rivers and lakes with much needed water.

This image,  a collage/paint/digital mixed media piece seems to be about this moment of rain after the endless summer. It is a fitting visual acknowledgement of the rain that has come, tinged with sadness in the realisation that summer is now, quite possibly over.


On taking a moment…

April 2012 017

Remember to breathe…it seems such a crazy comment on the first glance. Why would we need to remember to breathe?

Perhaps when we act in haste or anger? Perhaps when our heart is racing so fast it feels like it is about to burst out of our body? When all seems lost? When we are angry beyond belief? Frustrated beyond words? Feeling threatened or suddenly very very brave? Or about to embark on a scary new course of action? Or when feeling overwhelmed by others’ actions or inactions?

This feeling shall come to pass….in the meantime, remember to breathe. In that moment, it may be all you have.


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