I left the house last night, and it was glorious!
The Art House Studio (located in Cambridge, Ontario) hosts a bi-weekly drop in art journaling evening, and I attended last night. AND I got to meet one of my sheroes of the mighty pen, Melanie Leavey of The Drafty Garret. I doodled and noodled and flung paint around and collaged, and she made the most adorable little creature/face/being I’ve ever seen. Karen was in fine form, making a portrait with Pan Pastels, and the other ladies in attendance shared laughter and focused, serene quiet, and chocolate covered sponge toffee.
It was bliss. BLISS.
And I’m determined to make it a regular occurrence because this leaving the house thing? This arting in the company of others thing? It’s really, really good for me.
It’s good for my muse, too!
This beauty was drawn in graphite over a paper and paint background, outlined sketchily in black pen (Sigma Micron), painted with Golden Fluid Acrylics and a little Spectrum Noir (hair/eyes), and then I doodled the frack out of it all with Molotow markers, Aquamarkers, and more Pigma Micron.
It was the first spread in a new Dylusions journal and guess what?
I sold it to someone who wanted it, lock stock and barrel with the journal itself an envelope of scrap papers and alpha stickers included.
What a feeling!
Julia Cameron talks a lot about The Artist Date in her 12 week recovery program for artists called The Artist’s Way. Before I was a mixed media addict, I was a poet and a writer, and I have been working TAW since the late 1990′s in an on and off way. Morning Pages come and go as a practice and I revisit the entire program once every few years. The Artist Date is a ‘required practice’ but I’ve never really done it. I am practically agoraphobic (or is that lazy?) about leaving the house unless it’s absolutely necessary or I’m in the company of my Manfingy, so these forays into the world alone generally don’t work for me.
What I learned last night is that I can tweak them. I can do the dates *my way* and that includes nights like last night ~ warmly and safely hunkered down with other artists of like mind (all addicted to mixed media and art journaling), quietly working or raucously talking about working, sharing humour and experience and tips and product finds. I can do that and IT COUNTS because the purpose of an artist date is to break us out of our usual routine.
In time, nights at The Art House Studio might become a part of my usual routine, at which point I might need to do something in addition to that, but for now? WIN! BOUNCE! SQUEE!
It helps that the studio is pretty much exactly halfway between The Little House That Could and The Drafty Garret! Mel and I plan to meet up again and again and again now that we know it’s so darned easy!
In Other News
I have resurrected my monthly missive. This is a free monthly letter from me in which I go all muse-y and wax poetic about intentional creativity, art journaling as a spiritual practice, soulful art that digs deep, and whatever else suits my fancy schmancy. I will also give you a heads up about where I’m teaching, and there will be perks, too, like advance notice and discounts on upcoming classes.
These letters are not intended for the faint of heart. I will write honestly and tenderly, but you should know that I swear sometimes, I’m a mystic and I’m down with the woo woo, and when stuff comes up related to abuse recovery or alcoholism, I will pull no punches. If you love what I write here on the blog, though, you already know all that and nothing I write will come as a shock to you. Just please know that replies to these letters that in any way judge or chastise me for sharing or swearing will be noted, and then ignored.
Still want a little love & glitter? Here you go.
And FINALLY: I love you. Madly. Deeply. You’re the reason I get up out of bed every morning.