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The pain pounds above my left eye. It throbs insistently, trickling slowly down the side and filling the well below the socket. I am working but really I'm not here. I'm floating, my mind sort of resting against the possibility of sleep. I've grown so very tired. Which is nothing new but still irritating and annoying all the same. The weather is just barely beginning to warm up. There are soft murmurings of spring everywhere. Bright cloudless skies where your arms can expand and warm themselves against the sun stretch out as far as the eye can see. If you put on a fleece jacket and sit very still, you can close your eyes and hear the sweet breeze beckon the sleeping flora out of their shells. "Come out, come out" she sings and their sleepy little heads begin to peep out of the damp rich earth that has protected them from the cold heartless hand that is winter. The world around me is slowly awakening - the rebirth has begun.

I know, I know, I know it's been a while. It's been a LONG while. It's been so long that I actually sneezed when I opened this journal. Dusty with misuse, I can do nothing but say that life is what it is and unfortunately I am not up for writing or communicating much when I am in one of those phases. Temperamental, moi? You jest.

I though would like to share this video. It makes me smile and it makes me happy. I hope it does the same for you. (I'll be sharing some artwork soon.)

I'm not trying to be you

Just trying to be me.

Days go by

Some days I feel like I can tackle anything. Other days I feel like a fraud. Today is one of those "other" days. I am mentally drained, all the time. My new job is in the administrative part of the medical field and it has taken me and rung me out. Creatively, I've been in the dumps. I realize that somewhat has to do with my lack of communication with Glen, who really was a cheerleader of the highest caliber. I can hear his response now in my ear, taunting me to take a leap of faith and leave it but I can't. We're in the middle of some heavy and uncertain economic times. A job, especially one that pays well and is close to home is a god send. I need to see those positive aspects and then move on with it.


But then, there is the creating and the fact that I haven't been doing much of it lately. I feel a bit lonely. Not in the, "I'm by myself" sort of way. Obviously with children and a husband I am anything but. I'm lonely because creating was a comforting companion. It was a something that calmed me, something that excited me, it was something that fulfilled me in a way that few could understand.

So, I've jump started myself. I decided to support two artist and take some online classes they were offering. (Side note: You know what I hate? I hate it when I read how certain people have never, "taken a class or read a book," to do art. Bull crap. You have to learn somewhere. Whether it be in a more traditional sense or an unorthodox manner, learning from someone else is a process that we go through It does not make us less original or less of an artist.)

I'm not doing everything to the letter. I have my own style and I kind of like it but it's nice to get another point of view that you might incorporate in your own process. Plus, it's nice to have a supportive community in which to share your accomplishments with.

On that note, that other blog? The one I keep saying I'm going to start but done? I think I might start it sometime this week. I'm not expert, that is for sure but I do believe that art is process of sharing so that you can grow beyond what you know. So, maybe I'll write some articles about creativity and techniques that I use and enjoy. The world is a road yet untraveled. Wonders never cease.

The world turns...

My job ends on the 31st. I admit both relief and anxiety are both warring inside of me. I will be going back to school briefly to gain some certificates in the field I am working in but with that, I am also expanding the possibilities of what could be artistically for me. The road is curving ahead and I cannot see where it goes.

I guess that is part of the journey itself.

A little help from my friends....

Snow Man - Glen C.
Have I mentioned how much I adore Glen? If you haven't read his blog yet, you should. Glen is a fine artist of *cough cough* years. He has done everything from portrait and sculpture to writing a novel. I always find him witty and insightful and perhaps you will too. (The above painting is one of my favorites)


http://amomoi.blogspot.com/

Summer days

It's already August and I feel as though summer is just slipping through my fingertips. I remember a conversion I had with my mother in which she said that once the kids started going through school, it will seem like time is just flying by. I want to freeze time right here. Where my children are young and full of inspiration. Where their world is safe because my husband and I say that it is. I want to see their excitement as they go over the hill of their first roller coaster and cringe when I find out that they want to do it again and again and again. Summer is going by way too quickly and I want the magic clock that makes it stop.