Friday Five – Art For Me, Out Of The Game, Fried Plantains

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Five! Five things that are rocking my poptarts! Good things. Moving things. Things that restore my faith in humanity, or my faith in myself. Artsy things! Nerdy things! ALL THE LOVELY THINGS!* If you’d like to get Friday Five in your inbox, click here. If you’d like to get all my posts in your inbox, click here.

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Thing One

Last Friday, Sarah Trumpp and her Manflesh arrived for a pajama party, and we did it up right. We played board games, swilled liquid bread (beer), talked & talked, and watched a Louis CK special. So. much. laughter. Sarah and i have been friends for a few years now, but I hadn’t yet met her Manflesh in the flesh, so this visit was especially special.

Coffee + Bedhead post PJ Party

Time in meatspace, with the meat tribe, has become so important to me. The burn out I experienced early in April was utterly healed by the following formula: Less time on line + more time with in-the-flesh people – churning out content all day every day + art just for me. The weekend with my people was at least 80% of my recovery. Love these two *fiercely*.

Thing Two

I have eclectic taste when it comes to music, and I tend to select different genres of music depending on what I’m doing. When I’m doing housework, for example, I’m likely to blast Rage Against The Machine. When I’m exploring spiritual subjects in my journal, I’m likely to listen to Anugama or Afro Celt Sound System. When I’m not sure where my art journal wants to take me, I usually just listen to one of my playlists on Spotify – especially “Swoon”, which is my list of songs that slay me. You can find that here.

When I’m painting on canvas, I’m most likely listening to EDM (Electronic Dance Music). There’s something so motivating about this stuff, which is likely why you’ll find it blasting out of the speakers at most gyms. It gets the heart pumping, the body moving.

One of my favourite EDM artists is Paul Oakenfold, who is a master at taking songs I already know and love, and turning them into EDM. “Dreamstate” just dropped into my Spotify today, and I’m *so excited y’all*!! I’m listening as I type, and it’s *so good*.

Music is *everything* to me, you know? It is such an important part of my life. When an artist I love releases something new, it’s like a reunion and a first date all rolled into one.

Thing Three

Art Just For Me is a thing I keep forgetting I need. I do a lot of content creation for my classes & other projects – so much so that it is easy to forget that in order to be the very best I can be in the world, I need to maintain *my practice*. That practice can look different every day, because SQUIRREL, but it *has to include* art in some form, or I start go to wonky. I touched base with that over the last couple of weeks, and this is some of what’s been happening.

An exploration in my Sweet Trash Journal (which is, essentially, a composition notebook that I’ve altered an stuffed with writing, photographs, prints of my art, and paintings done directly in the notebook.

I had to resist the urge to turn on the camera, which is a thing that happens when you’re running a creative business. It is very easy to get into the habit of leveraging every damned thing for your business, but then your *personal practice* becomes work, and burn out ensues.

This piece is about how disembodied I feel in certain relationships – like I’m all head, all thinking, and the rest of me is erased. I spent about four hours with her before calling it a day. There are about fifteen layers underneath what you see now – layers that were explorations of what I’m feeling underneath the surface, layers that represent the river beneath the river that runs through my inner landscape.

She’s waiting for text. For the words “MORE THAN THIS”, and some other scribbles that will finish her up.

And this is what I do when I’m watching crap on tv. Doodles. This was a study in circles and all the ways you can embellish them. It was just for fun, just for the sake of having something to do with my hands while I binge-watched The Blacklist. I will probably pull this into Adobe Illustrator and play with it, as I’m learning to do in Patterncamp with Jessica Swift (thank you again for helping me with tuition for that, by the way!), but I didn’t create it for that purpose.

Doodling is something I always wanted to do well, but I let a few things stop me. I had a retinal detachment about ten years ago that means I have serious eye wonk. My left eye can’t be corrected with lenses without making me cross eyed, so my right eye does most of the work. I also take a pretty strong asthma medication that makes me shake – like, a lot – so perfect, clean lines are just not possible for me. I’ve learned to embrace the wonk, though, and now I doodle like nobodies business. I let the lines be what they are – sketchy, messy, shaky – and I let that be a part of my style.

And, my love affair with watercolors continues. This was pure therapy. I was thinking about boundaries, about how important it is that I say ‘yes’ to what is desire-led, easy, and full of energy for me, and ‘no’ to what is draining, expected of me, or causes resentment. It was also very much about how fuzzy my boundaries can be in the face of other people’s disappointment. This could easily be a painting of my etheric body, of my aura, and how leaky it gets when I’m over-doing or trying to please.

I’m *not* an art therapist, but I do use art therapeutically. I tend to do this kind of thing on my couch with a Podcast or audiobook playing in the background. I don’t think. I just do. And bleeding colours together like this, or playing with symbols while I contemplate stuff that I’m grappling with is incredibly useful.

If I turned the camera on during any of these activities, the wisdom, the pleasure, the relaxed state would have immediately evaporated. I *love* teaching, but it is *work*, and all work and no play make Effy a very burned out, miserable, reactive mess. Doing art just for me reminds me, too, that I exist when no one is watching, and I can do a thing without anyone knowing *and it still matters*. It might even matter more than anything else, because these things we do when we’re alone, when no one is watching, feed our souls.

A canvas I’ve been throwing paint at every day for about two weeks. Soul food.

This blue green over this gold on my palette + this space in my little apartment + that frog + these paints + the time to dance with the canvas. Soul food.

Thing Four

I shut down all my online dating profiles. Like, all of them. And I made a vow to myself that I would be with myself and only myself for awhile. I have embraced the idea of being an art monk (or nun) for the time being. I’ve come to grips with some unraveling I have to do around grief & love & what really makes me happy.

This is who I want to be right now. This is where I want to be. I want to paint. I want to indulge myself in ample navel gazing. I want out of the game, because if I’m being honest, my heart isn’t in it.

I’m embracing my inner Frida.

Thanks to Shana for alerting me to this gorgeous painting that could, frankly, be a mirror to my soul right now.

Also, I just really like saying “I’m Out Of The Game” because this:

Thing Five

This recipe for Cuban Beef Picadillo with Fried Plantains

I’ll see you next week

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A Love Letter In Lieu Of The Usual List

Usually, Friday Five is a list with musings of five things that are rocking my poptarts. This week, I am departing from that format to write you a love letter. Things feel heavy right now, so a lighthearted post feels completely out of my personal reach. My usual format will resume next week, but for this week, let me love on you. 

Maybe you have no idea what’s going on in the world right now, and that’s ok. I have some idea of what’s going on (thanks to a few resources, like WTF Just Happened Today and The NYT Morning Briefing)

It feels heavy, and what’s happened (what’s *been* happening, really) feels way beyond my own personal power to impact in any meaningful way. When I feel this way, when I feel small and helpless and overwhelmed, I spend some time in that feeling of helplessness, but then I shift focus as best as I am able, because staying in helplessness helps *no one*.

When shit gets real, and I can do nothing but despair, I light the candles. I spark up some nag champa. I get quiet, and I hone in on the *here and now* of my life. What can I do *here*? What can I do *now*? Sometimes the answer is clear. Self-care. Be present. Do something for someone close to me. Write a thing. Send money to an organization that has boots on the ground. Sometimes, the answer isn’t so clear, so I default to working on remaining embodied when my instinct is to dissociate.

Whatever I do, it’s The Work. My Work. And whatever you do, that’s your Work, too.

I’ve heard people exclaim that prayers are not enough. I understand where they are coming from, and I know that energetic workings, magic, mojo, meditation, etc. seem like limp responses in times like these, but sometimes, the spiritual work we do to get clear, to get strong means that we can carry on with the work in a more boots on the ground way. The quiet work we do at our altars, in our chapels, with our priesthood, or our oracles means we can get the clarity and calm assertive strength we need to do the tangible things that need doing in times like these.

Whatever we have the capacity and energy for, that’s what we have the capacity and energy for.

Today, I have the capacity and energy for lighting the candles, sparking the incense, taking tender care of my inner wee beastie, praying the prayers and loving my loves fiercely. You might not even have that much today, and that’s okay. You have what you have. You do what you can.

That’s enough.

I repeat: whatever anyone else might tell you, that’s enough.

It has to be, since It’s all any of us have on any given day.

***
You’ve probably seen the ‘choir metaphor’ doing the rounds on social media. While it’s been falsely attributed to Micheal Moore, and even Madonna, it was actually a quote by Aimee Van Ausdall, who wrote it on her Facebook page. There’s a cool story about how this quote when viral, and you can read that here.

This morning I have been pondering a nearly forgotten lesson I learned in high school music. Sometimes in band or choir, music requires players or singers to hold a note longer than they actually can hold a note. A 4-bar low G….. a long aria. In those cases, we were taught to mindfully stagger when we took a breath so the sound appeared uninterrupted. Everyone got to breathe, and the music stayed strong and vibrant. Yesterday, I read an article that suggested the administration’s litany of bad executive orders (more expected on LGBTQ next week) is a way of giving us “protest fatigue” – we will literally lose our will to continue the fight in the face of the onslaught of negative action. Let’s remember MUSIC. Take a breath. The rest of the chorus will sing. The rest of the band will play. Rejoin so others can breathe. Together, we can sustain a very long, beautiful song for a very, very long time. You don’t have to do it all, but you must add your voice to the song. With special love to all the musicians and music teachers in my life…..#Resist

Can I get a YASSSSAH! Because yes. Because we can’t sustain our voices *forever* without taking a breath. Because we need to drop the ball once in a while, to take care of ourselves, to do the laundry, to watch crap on tv, to fling paint. We need to *live* while all of this *wavesatallofthis* is going down.

Otherwise, fear wins.

So, this is my love letter to you on this Friday, April 7, 2017. I see you, out there, doing the best you can with what you’ve got, and I see how much it stings when people thoughtlessly criticize our efforts. I see how easy it is to burn out, to shut down. I see it, and I experience it myself.

So, hello, love. Whatever you have the capacity and energy for on any given day is *enough*. It is enough.

You are enough.

My you find peace in the struggle, and bliss among the ruins.

I’ll see you next week.

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Friday Five – Sloths, The Cult of Effy, This Thing I Wrote, etc.

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Five! Five things that are rocking my poptarts! Good things. Moving things. Things that restore my faith in humanity, or my faith in myself. Artsy things! Nerdy things! ALL THE LOVELY THINGS!* If you’d like to get Friday Five in your inbox, click here. If you’d like to get all my posts in your inbox, click here.

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Thing 1A – Baby Sloths

My lovely friend, Cristin, reached out to me while I was in the middle of a rather uncomfortable moment to cheer me up. She sent me baby sloth videos, which I immediately fell in love with. I exclaimed, after watching one or two, that she NEEDED TO PAINT SLOTHS. And so, she did, because she’s rad like that.

This is just one of a series that she’s creating of baby sloths with the most adorable sentiments. You can a print of this beauty (I did!) over here, and find more of Cristin’s work here.

Think 1B – The Cult Of Effy

Uncomfortable moments happen in life, I know, but this week seemed rather rife with them, what with being ghosted by my boyfriend because he couldn’t have a difficult conversation (I’m single again! bummer!) and then being spoken of in not so gracious terms on social media (why do people do this?). I would love to tell you that none of it phased me because I’m BULLET PROOF Y’ALL, but the truth is, I felt rode hard and put up wet for most of the week.

One of the things that irritates me most about the mixed media arts community is how critical some ‘artists’ are of students and student work. As soon as a teacher artist gets popular, and their students start posting, someone, somewhere calls their fan base a ‘cult’. It’s so unnecessary, you know? And so cruel.

But I am a huge fan of turning meanness to mirth, so I asked my tribe to tell me what a “Cult Of Effy” might actually look like, and in response we all tossed around our ideal ‘cult’ look, feel, manifesto. One of my good friends, Greywolf Moonsong of a Pagan Heart In Maine (also an artist in his own right), created a group called – you guessed it – The Cult Of Effy, where we are all happily gathering. What started as a lark became a delicious little sanctuary in a world that’s grown rather too big & harsh for this tender wee beastie.   You can find it through my Facebook profile if you look hard enough.

I included both of these as Thing One because they are both shining examples of how my tribe shows up for me when shit gets real. I love you, my Wildlings. Thank you for being you.

Thing Two.

I dee

I deeply love trance music, and I found an album of EIGHT HOURS WORTH on iTunes. It is wonderful to paint to, and I find that it is inspiring my MiniMoley practice as well. This Mini spread is my favourite so far this week, too. The stencil is part of the ‘Bohemian Collection’ from Recollections (available at Michael’s) and so is that delicious tape.

Speaking of MiniMoley – I have produced SIXTY FOUR VIDEOS for this project, y’all. SIXTY FOUR! FOR FREE! You can find them here. 

If you want to follow along with my MiniMoleyDaily journey, you can find the archive here.

Thing Three – Inspiring Teachers*

I am honoured to have been interviewed by Terri Belford for her thirty day e-course “Inspired To Teach”. In this interview, I talk about the things I rarely talk about in social media or here on the blog – including how I build community, how I price my offerings, and how I got started. I am only one among some of the most sought out arts & creativity teachers, so if you are looking to be inspired, this is your huckleberry. Join me, along with bright lights like Chris Zydel, Connie Solera, Jodi Ohl, and Patti Digh by clicking here. Thirty days of inspiring content will arrive daily in your inbox!

*This is an affiliate link, which means that I am compensated for my participation as a guest in this e-course when you purchase the course through my link.

Thing Four – This Thing I Wrote

I am completely in love with what I wrote for April’s PDF for Book Of Days 2017, so I wanted to share it with you. There is a link near the end of the document to sign up for BOD 2017 at a discount. Please enjoy this peek into what I offer my BODkins. <3

Please note that BOD is on hiatus until May 1st, but there are thirteen weeks worth of content already up in the classroom for you to enjoy while we hiate. :D You will also be getting an invite to Aprils Live Video Gathering (closer to the end of the month, as well as the bonus content going up for BODkins throughout the month.

BOD is regularly $180 for the student coming in ‘off the street’, but for right now, you can sign up for the entire year’s worth of content for $99.

I do hope you join in, or at least, that you love this peek into what we’re up to. It is the singular most wonderful thing I’ve ever offered.

Thing Five – Chronology

My lovely Muppet (and yours) has come up with a weekly challenge called “Chronology” that is looking mighty fun to me. Each week, Sarah posts prompts for you to play with in your journal as you create a spread that encompasses your day by day.

There is even a Facebook group for communing and general shenanigans.

And that’s it for me for this week’s edition of Friday Five! I’ll see you next week.

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Friday Five – Layering With Watercolors, Board Games, and that CreepySweet video!

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Five! Five things that are rocking my poptarts! Good things. Moving things. Things that restore my faith in humanity, or my faith in myself. Artsy things! Nerdy things! ALL THE LOVELY THINGS!* If you’d like to get Friday Five in your inbox, click here. If you’d like to get all my posts in your inbox, click here.

Thing One

Once a month in Book Of Days, I do a live video class-ish thing in which we cover whatever is coming up for us. Last month, it was lettering. The month before, it was the Sweet Trash Journal. This month, I am keeping it light with a live ‘gathering’ as opposed to a ‘class’ because I just want to hang out with my Wildlings, decorate the cover of one of my journals, and maybe, if time permits, rebind my incredibly fat MiniMoley journal.

There’s a way to get in on these live video classes that doesn’t require you to be in Book Of Days, though, so I thought I’d let you in on it: Register for any of the classes that are available in my teaching network, including the FREE ones, and you will be added to my “Beloveds” e-list. This is the list I use to announce registration for new classes, but I also use it to send invites to the live classes.

I will be sending out an invite for a free class today at about 2:30 p.m. EST! If you miss the window, no worries. Sign up for a class, and you’ll get the archived recording link on Monday, so you can watch at your leisure.

I highly recommend Book Of Days Boot Camp, since it is a full length workshop with more mixed media instruction than you can shake a stick at. It also comes with alumni status, which means discounts on new sessions of Book Of Days.

Thing Two.

Board games over pints. Laughter and friendly competition. Scrabble. SCRABBLE. AMIRITE?

Thing Three

My kid posted this on his Facebook this week and I swooned.

So pretty, right? In case you haven’t met yet, this is my son, Jeremy Stuart. He’s lovely.

Thing Four

I’ve been learning how to incorporate watercolours into my mixed media repertoire lately. I’ve always avoided it because I thought that with my habit of doing a bazillion layers, watercolours would just be too fussy, but I was dead wrong. Adding a quick spray of workable fixative to a dry layer of watercolour works beautifully.

I worked on this through the week:

 

This is watercolour (QoR) over a thick layer of absorbent ground. Once the first layer of colour was dry, I outlined it with black pen. There’s a bit of acrylics ink in the far right of the spread as well. Before moving on with this spread, I sprayed it with Krylon Workable Fixative and it stayed put throughout the rest of my layering process.

Working with block letters. These were sketched out with Stabilo All and then gessoed around. A glaze of Dylusions spray was added to the gesso. I worked quickly, so the ink spray wiped right out of the letters, while sticking to the gesso. Delicious! And who doesn’t love having inky hands?

 

The finished spread. This face was made with acrylics paints mixed with Mermaid Markers by Jane Davenport. Much of the shading was done with Stabilo All Pencil. The text & white highlights were done with a white paint marker. I’m loving the results.

 

This spread was recorded as a bonus for my BOD peeps, and they will be getting it some time in April (during our hiatus).

Thing Five

This is both the sweetest and the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen in MY LIFE.

And that’s it for me for this week’s edition of Friday Five! I’ll see you next week.

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Friday Five – Worlds Collide, Veggie Lasagne & Conte Crayons

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Five! Five things that are rocking my poptarts! Good things. Moving things. Things that restore my faith in humanity, or my faith in myself. Artsy things! Nerdy things! ALL THE LOVELY THINGS!* If you’d like to get Friday Five in your inbox, click here. If you’d like to get all my posts in your inbox, click here.

Thing One
This past Wednesday, my best friend (who also happens to be my ex-husband), my boyfriend, and I met at my favourite pub for dinner, and they got along like a house on fire.

Goofballs.

I’d been waiting for this moment since Tig (boyfriend) and I started dating. I had the sense that this thing was going to be a thing, and I knew that he and Crow (bestie/ex) would really like one another. I’m grateful that I was right on all counts.

There was a point during the evening where I might as well have stayed home. *Laughs* They were engaged in a (boring) conversation about nuclear and alternative energy (yawn) that had me rolling my eyes indulgently.

We ate. We imbibed. We laughed. It was absolutely devoid of awkward, and it couldn’t have gone any better.

Thing Two
Anyone who knows me knows I’m a bit of a hippy. I love patchouli, clothing that is as close to pajamas as possible, swishy ankle length skirts, and omg HAREM PANTS.

Finding them has been a bit of a chore over the years, but there is now an entire website dedicated to funky harem (and Thai fisherman + yoga) pants that I recently ordered from. I ordered with a bit of trepidation since I’m used to being disappointed when things arrive and don’t fit.

I’m a bit of an amazon. I stand at 5′ 11″, and I have curves for days. Buying clothes has always been a bit annoying, and has led to the evolution of my personal style – coordinating (ish) tops and bottoms, because I need a 1 or 2 XL on top, but an L on bottom. If I wear dresses, they have to be a 1 or 2 XL, which means they feel tent like, so tank tops, tunics, tights, skirts, palazzo pants, and harem pants it is.

My order arrived yesterday and everything fits! The drop crotch harem pants do double duty as a tube top jump suit, too, which thrilled me to no end.

I ordered from the plus size menu, which you can find here.

SO COMFY.

Thing Three
I made this veggie lasagne this week.

It begins with a homemade marinara sauce (tomatoes, shallots, garlic, salt & pepper, and fresh basil). Spinach noodles, eggplant, and Bechamel sauce (butter, flour, milk, mozzarella, Parmesan, salt & pepper) finish it off. It was absolutely delicious. I ate half the pan in one day. You can find the recipe here.

Thing Four
There’s something about conte crayons and fat chunks of charcoal that bring out my dark side. I don’t know why, but every time I sit down with these tools, the faces that pop out are fierce.

She’s not taking any shit.

It’s become common to call what we do in art journaling ‘meeting ourselves on the page’. There is always this dance I do between making things I like – pretty, aesthetically satisfying things that please me, and making things that truly express the inner landscape. I’m always pretty happy when I’m done whatever it is that I’m doing, but I have to admit that when something like this comes forth, I am especially thrilled. I like the sense of surprise – the “whoa! who are you?” that comes up. I like knowing that if I sit with her, she will tell me about herself.

There is also such ease in working this way. There’s nothing needed but some paper, a chunk of charcoal, a blending stump, and a white conte crayon.

Thing Five

I made myself a tarot journal out of a composition notebook and this painting that I created for “Pull. Pen. Paint”

I don’t do a lot of 3/4 profile portraits because they don’t come naturally to me, but I found it relatively easy to sketch this one out. She began in pencil, and then got a healthy dose of Stabilo All. The rest is acrylics paint and Sakura Glaze pen.

She’s meant to represent my inner seeker – a part of myself that I am especially happy to know. Like The Hermit in that tarot, she seeks the truth, and stands in the light of it. She boldly goes into shadowy places and shines her own light into dark corners.

Creating this was super fun (even if those spirals in her garment were a bit tedious).This lesson is going live in a couple of days, so please consider joining me?

And that’s it for me for this week’s edition of Friday Five! I’ll see you next week.

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Friday Five – Plantsicles, Date Night, And Messy Studios

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Five! Five things that are rocking my poptarts! Good things. Moving things. Things that restore my faith in humanity, or my faith in myself. Artsy things! Nerdy things! ALL THE LOVELY THINGS!* If you’d like to get Friday Five in your inbox, click here. If you’d like to get all my posts in your inbox, click here.

Thing One
I spent last weekend in a little cottage by Lake Huron. It was cold, but we had a fire blazing in the wood stove the entire time. There were card games & onesies, painting with wee ones & wee walks, plantsicles & pancakes, and while I admit I found it overwhelming to be among humans for more than a few hours (I’ve grown very fond of my solitude over the last three years), I managed it well by sneaking off to sit by the lake alone now and then. I saw an eagle fly over. I saw Venus hanging in the sky like a jewel. I got snuggled, and I snuggled back. I had cottage coffee (coffee with Bailey’s Irish Cream), made for me & delivered to me IN BED. Do you have any idea how long its been since someone brought me coffee IN BED?

I’m going back tomorrow.

Thing Two
After the end of my marriage, I designed my life so I would always be busy doing something – mostly work related. I packed my schedule with lists to slay and ducks to line up in a row. I admit I became a bit rigid, and now I find that I need to rework it all so that I can make space for life outside these four walls, for new people, and new experiences, like impromptu trips to the cottage, and maybe even (eep!) sleepovers.

You guys know me. I’m a full-range woman. I’m all about being with what is, whatever it is, so I’m going to be honest with you; I’m faced with the possibility of a life I want, and this is a cause for optimism and joy, but I’m finding myself experiencing grief as well. If you’ve been reading me here for any length of time, you’ve witnessed how hard I worked to create *this* life, this little life that I made in this little third floor walk up, this life that saw me rise in the morning and fling myself headlong into work, this life that included days without leaving the house, without the need for pants, hours and hours of solitude broken only by visits planned well in advance or scheduled so that I was never left wondering ‘what am I going to do this week?’ I trust that, having witnessed this, you get why I might find it a bit bittersweet to let it go.

I created a sense of certainty for myself in response to the unbearable uncertainty I experienced after the end of my marriage. The certainty I created for myself left very little room for surprises, for impromptu *anything*. It was a kind of bondage that set me free from ennui & loneliness. It was comfortable. It was known.

I’m dismantling it now, bit by bit. Shifting things. Easing up. Letting myself be ever more flexible as I make space for something new to emerge. I’m aware of the joy – both present and potential, but I am also aware of the sorrow, the endings that must happen in order to let this new life bloom.

I’m exploring this in my art journal. How to make space. How to soften so the rigid scheduling and list slaying can make way for other things. How to close the doors that need closing, and fling open the ones that need opening.

It’s all good, even when it hurts.

Thing Three

My lesson in Life Book 2017 went live on Monday, and I am happily watching patchwork trees spring up all over the place, creating a gorgeous grove! It’s not too late to join in, and if you find yourself wondering if you’ll ever have time, just do what I do: save the lessons to your hard drive so you can dip in and out at will. Find out more here.

Thing Four

When my studio looks like this, it means I’ve been in the flow for days. It means I’ve been smashing stuff into my Sweet Trash Journal, playing around in my MiniMoleyDaily, teaching in my Book of Days. It means I’ve got ink under my fingernails and gesso in my hair. It means I probably forgot to eat lunch. It means I’m fired up. I can’t tell you how satisfying this kind of chaos is, or how satisfying it is to sort it all out when I’ve spilled myself out all over the page.

Thing Five
Date night. Because, seriously.

And that’s it for me for this week’s edition of Friday Five!

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