tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50104021724247984592024-02-06T23:15:44.818-05:00Drawing it OutThis is my Art Every Day Challenge for November 2011. I will do some type of creative piece every day this month, following Leah Piken Kolidas' lead. She is an artist I met last week who organizes this November challenge yearly. Wish this 36 year old artist-mama to a 2 month old and 4 year old luck!!Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-66133889827705182122012-12-13T23:02:00.001-05:002012-12-13T23:02:59.198-05:00Spiral of Light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On December 2nd I attended a gathering at my daughter's school called the Spiral of Light, a celebration in preparation for the winter ahead of us. We all sat in a darkened room and an older student, dressed as an angel, entered with a candle. She walked into the center of a spiral that was created on the floor with evergreen garlands, and lit a candle in the center. Then, she escorted each child, one by one, who carried a candle and walked into the spiral, lit their candle from the center candle and then walked out of the spiral, putting down the candle on the outer rim..until the entire outer rim of the spiral was lit, creating a room full of light, beauty and wonder. <br />
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As I watched my daughter slowly enter the spiral I reflected on how she has her own path to walk, in the dark, without me. As I saw her face lit with the candlight I realized she also has her own light to guide her way. I remember being told by a good friend of mine that when our children are born, it is like they are attached to us with a rubber band. At first they are close to us, dependant on us for survival. Then sometimes they will want to stretch apart from us and we will feel more distance from them. However, even as they stretch away and back again, we will always remain connected. <br />
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When I make belly bowls for pregnant women, I use the spiral because it reminds me of the center, the umbilical cord, that attachment we have to our children and the symolism of our lives as a journey from the center out into the world. Not only will our children want and need to stretch away from us at times in their lives, we also need to give them the opportunity to grasp onto the nourishment and offerings that the world outside of our connection has to offer them. This honors our children, allowing them to use their inner light, to strenghten their center and their core. Even though I was a tad bit weepy at seeing my "little girl" walking her own path, I also felt solace in that there were other lights in the room, lights that could supply warmth and illuminations and life experiences that I alone could not provide for her. When she came back to me, smiling and whispered "Mommy that was fun! I want to do it again" I knew that collectively, all of our lights together would get us through this winter.Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-2553382755977364732012-11-07T01:16:00.000-05:002012-11-07T01:16:52.422-05:00Row, Row, Row Your Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...from Drawing as a Sacred Activity by Heather C. Williams<br />
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"When emotions are oceanic, we desperately try to figure things out with intellect. Yet its limited, linear approach just can't always do the job. You feel like you are sinking in this sea of overwhelm. You need to focus your attention with the right brain. Your heart, like your emotions, is oceanic, and it can help you swim to shore. Drawing your heart out onto a piece of paper can help you gain the edge you need to pull yourself out of emotional overwhelm."<br />
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I read this excerpt from this book and immediately came up with an image of a heart inside a boat, rowing to shore..then, as often happens with me, I heard the tune of a familiar song...but I wanted to change the lyrics to...<br />
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Row Row Row your heart,<br />
Gently down the stream<br />
Safely, safely to the shore<br />
Even when you must scream..<br />
<br />Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-22420558336682880462012-11-05T23:44:00.001-05:002012-11-05T23:44:42.050-05:00Guiding Light <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This evening my daughter picked "My Garden of Flower Fairies" for her bedtime book. I have never heard of a Michaelmas Daisy before, but there it was, a beautifully drawn page that I happened to open and look at again before doing the drawing above. <br />
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<i>To help the night fairies tend their plants and play in the dark, Michaelmas Daisy sprinkles fairy dust into the yellow middles of his flowers. The gleaming blossoms become lanterns lighting up the tiny fariy paths around the garden and allowing the fairies to see what they are doing. </i><br />
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As winter approaches, the nights are coming sooner, the air is brisk, and it is a time to keep warm with our inner light, guiding us through the season. I feel the need, I feel the renewed spark, to come back to more <a href="http://www.creativeeveryday.com/">art every day</a>... I feel great change is before me. I see the magic wand, a star, pointing to somewhere, pointing to something..that perhaps the fairies will light up for me this month....Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-30747468117542839942012-04-13T10:17:00.007-04:002012-04-13T11:30:05.544-04:00Leaving the Room<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6s8aNYZjjrV21vxBcLQJD7fj9ruQ4GEr1riteFixuK1bCjQ54tPeLQHXE7v6ItD6VoE6o5AtuXiPBtYcpRxDB1zeetWZw5OSPpPnhSok2ed1Itw7stZvRbHEY0law87rVCUAurGil2Sc/s1600/April12002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6s8aNYZjjrV21vxBcLQJD7fj9ruQ4GEr1riteFixuK1bCjQ54tPeLQHXE7v6ItD6VoE6o5AtuXiPBtYcpRxDB1zeetWZw5OSPpPnhSok2ed1Itw7stZvRbHEY0law87rVCUAurGil2Sc/s320/April12002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730889701989173458" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNM7tktUQZ_vFPuGnnnJIGnZdQX1iDudMoRQoJo_QnWkH4OFsuFuvvUrKk13zP3Mm1vWBHUw0Nxb-F_-H1fZbYYAWNA3PFOshvJi0EJhXPIYQhqhu6XSnO1H5igiUlmiEvwMcRlHQP-mtm/s1600/April12001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNM7tktUQZ_vFPuGnnnJIGnZdQX1iDudMoRQoJo_QnWkH4OFsuFuvvUrKk13zP3Mm1vWBHUw0Nxb-F_-H1fZbYYAWNA3PFOshvJi0EJhXPIYQhqhu6XSnO1H5igiUlmiEvwMcRlHQP-mtm/s320/April12001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730889557580528610" /></a><br /><div>When I first began this blog by doing the <a href="http://www.creativeeveryday.com/">everyday challenge</a> I benefitted greatly. I have found that one of the most important things to do regarding having an art practice is simply to show up. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Years ago I had the chance to do a residency at <a href="http://www.vermontstudiocenter.org/">The Vermont Studio Center</a>. Visiting artists came, and one of them talked about a meditation he did before working in the studio. I am paraphrasing here, and perhaps not remembering everything accurately, but the gist of it was as follows: You come to the studio with your mind and you begin to work. During the process of calming your </div><div>mind,and noticing what is going on in there, you ask for the distractions to leave the room. Eventually <i>you</i> leave the room.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think the visiting artist was quoting Rothko or some other artist's practice. I have done meditation for a long time, but what stayed with me was the image of the artist leaving the room and the <i>doing </i>of art remaining. I think perhaps too, this could also be a testament to letting go of the ego, and how an artist's ego can get in the way of doing art. I myself have been a perfectionist and have felt like if I can't get the quality time I need in then it was not worth doing it. This would paralyze me and in the end was very self-defeating. It is more beneficial to come into a practice, let go of expectations and see what comes up. It is important to remember that you are not going to make amazing works of art every time you come to the studio. But just by showing up, you are giving yourself a gift. </div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-18849952811769849582012-04-11T09:46:00.003-04:002012-04-11T10:24:46.315-04:00Kitchen Bouquet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMZnDot4ivHxjMnWF8kspP7rWsKgDtb2ZWC8iAqd7aKhu-bMv2lrpItpunqThFsruOjmLc2yBxv2rz_BJ4fgVo7ZqjXNsLu2FpYQhbONVFH6Wku9Ieerq92DqxzwlmEDokidnMI_d3MHj/s1600/flowerbouquet002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMZnDot4ivHxjMnWF8kspP7rWsKgDtb2ZWC8iAqd7aKhu-bMv2lrpItpunqThFsruOjmLc2yBxv2rz_BJ4fgVo7ZqjXNsLu2FpYQhbONVFH6Wku9Ieerq92DqxzwlmEDokidnMI_d3MHj/s400/flowerbouquet002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730139352425352194" /></a>I noticed how much time I spend in the kitchen during some spring cleaning over the weekend. When I had a moment last night, I decided to plop myself down on a stool and draw whatever caught my eye. As soon as I saw my jar of spoons, ladels, spatulas, etc. I thought it was like a bouquet..and it kept me interested while drawing..unfortunately I had to stop before I was done, but another thought I had yesterday morning was how I would like to get back to a daily practice, similar to meditation, with my drawings..and how even just a 5 minute sketch, if done daily, could help my mind relax and help me connect. Maybe I'll draw my kitchen bouquet again sometime..it definitely speaks to me! <div><br /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-50960800509111318172012-04-05T11:49:00.004-04:002012-04-05T20:49:31.439-04:00Spring Cleaning<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8cDwtt92eUubyZ27lFSHtWqwxM9znFrgfyH7ZJOn6jMTTPg79h-iKkcjU5xFJnzZQa3v015fMu7MFtgluHeo3pZ5tURjeg5B9wKKTQ3MLaAZuPKDbaj-Pd5gLlHdj44gU8ZYQP5S_1cO/s1600/springcleaning002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8cDwtt92eUubyZ27lFSHtWqwxM9znFrgfyH7ZJOn6jMTTPg79h-iKkcjU5xFJnzZQa3v015fMu7MFtgluHeo3pZ5tURjeg5B9wKKTQ3MLaAZuPKDbaj-Pd5gLlHdj44gU8ZYQP5S_1cO/s400/springcleaning002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727945251825351634" /></a><div>Cleaning </div><div>Clearing </div><div>Space; </div><div>Space </div><div>Clearing </div><div>Cleaning</div><div><br /></div><div>Springing..</div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-88355686126598361272012-02-29T09:33:00.003-05:002012-02-29T09:39:22.083-05:00Magic Cars<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix07OIt2qTkgJv9SIKXvY-bGm9MABdUVl2LbxI6nSYFhPvyl5ArWUsY36PpVVjd389XrJ9RV5kG8OQWrjBviJYfMo4jAxURj9MWDvVG2S1Jr60lbpMW9_dpOMr2a3xdgiK7_BTjzdMY3ke/s1600/UhOhItsMagic001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix07OIt2qTkgJv9SIKXvY-bGm9MABdUVl2LbxI6nSYFhPvyl5ArWUsY36PpVVjd389XrJ9RV5kG8OQWrjBviJYfMo4jAxURj9MWDvVG2S1Jr60lbpMW9_dpOMr2a3xdgiK7_BTjzdMY3ke/s400/UhOhItsMagic001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714565904939735106" /></a>Grabbed my daughter's crayon pencils last night and drew this. Often I hear songs in my head. Last night I kept hearing "Uh Oh, it's Magic.." by the Cars. Sometimes the material I draw with gives me a message too. When done, there I was, staring at the text on the crayon.."True to Life". So there you go everyone. My interpretation of this drawing is...(drumroll please...) Magic is part of life. Yes.Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-53398083058693504282012-02-24T22:35:00.005-05:002012-02-24T23:31:02.617-05:00Free to Draw-Draw to Free<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmu22gx11fzuRdREWk-NZYvlpJdpzoQYe7TsQn6G9Gf8jWbDuvMZhAivAo1MGRSTh5A7YauOcm_yJ9_ucHc0JVGeyl-W_WFddsiY9o_BkdjJ0YRNDU0htCOvXQhqiFLuHwUxKbd4vbNOF/s1600/FreetoDraw002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmu22gx11fzuRdREWk-NZYvlpJdpzoQYe7TsQn6G9Gf8jWbDuvMZhAivAo1MGRSTh5A7YauOcm_yJ9_ucHc0JVGeyl-W_WFddsiY9o_BkdjJ0YRNDU0htCOvXQhqiFLuHwUxKbd4vbNOF/s400/FreetoDraw002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712912001801618402" /></a>Today I went to an art exhibit by Rhoda Rosenberg called <a href="http://www.danforthmuseum.org/rhodarosenberg.html">"Matrilineal Threads"</a> at the Danforth Art Museum in Framingham, MA. I went to this artist's lecture at Montserrat College of Art here in Beverly last week and wanted to see this show before it ended in a few days. I thought for sure I would write about her work; I found it very inspiring and very resonant with the work that I am doing involving spirals and belly bowls. But when it was time tonight to think about adding something to my blog, I quickly decided I would draw a picture of myself..since I was contemplating what motherly ties I would leave to my daughter and what my current relationship is with my own mother.<div><br /> <div>While thinking about threads, I noticed a line of stray hair that started at my forehead and moved down across my eye with shadows that went all the way down to my jaw. I have not drawn a self portrait in a very long time and it felt good to draw realistically..so good, in fact..that I started drawing automatically on top of it. At first I was thinking "shucks, I wanted to just have a drawing of my face" but I decided not to be attached to what I was doing and go with the flow. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once again I spoke with my husband afterwards and told him I did this drawing but wasn't exactly sure what to make of it..I asked him if he ever draws automatically and if he ever felt the same way..What he said stuck in my mind. He said something along the lines of "I don't have enough free time to draw and when I draw I don't feel free". </div><div><br /></div><div>After he said that, I felt gratitude. I felt positive. Because I remembered when it was hard for me to just sit and draw too. (Actually, it still is, but in a different way) It took me a while to loosen up enough to just start something and see where it goes. When I went to my studio before my daughter was born, I made it a practice to spend the first 20 minutes scribbling whatever came to me, just to get my arm moving and into a flow. Now (and maybe this is because I have less time on my hands, which is what my husband was referring to since we have both become parents) the practice of "just doing it" has become easier and easier. For the most part, I do feel free to draw and I look at the drawings as a way to free myself without always knowing what I am freeing myself of or with. </div><div><br /></div><div>I trust that eventually the threads of my work will come together while I experience my own matrilineal journey. Thank you Rhoda Rosenberg for the inspiration from your family threads.</div></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-14462146664616787412012-02-23T19:49:00.001-05:002012-02-23T22:52:12.796-05:00Laundry Luvin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCKRiSyfyplpah4gnWbwupQemsHr1UfjCbaQPVqezRCU1WtsbNy1dxUWoOmobq4BCcx10VVoBLALaiRzmpBqUpkK9WpUwZRxHe_hSXmyfEBW6NLYEtRrbsyUwDNfqH50hP2TUeOoeaBLj/s1600/LaundryLuvin%2527001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCKRiSyfyplpah4gnWbwupQemsHr1UfjCbaQPVqezRCU1WtsbNy1dxUWoOmobq4BCcx10VVoBLALaiRzmpBqUpkK9WpUwZRxHe_hSXmyfEBW6NLYEtRrbsyUwDNfqH50hP2TUeOoeaBLj/s400/LaundryLuvin%2527001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712498488323890162" border="0" /></a>This morning, while getting ready to go out for the day, I found a ginormous load of laundry on our bed..my husband must have dumped it before heading off to work. My first thought; what a beautiful <span style="font-style: italic;">mountain of</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">color</span>..boy would I love to draw this. So then "ding" a bell goes off in my head and I call my 4 1/2 year old into the bedroom. We turn up the radio, grab our sketchbooks, and draw the laundry for 15 minutes..and viola'! Fun, dancing, and laundry..that still hasn't been put away since the last time I checked...Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-85572044704905814332012-02-21T15:06:00.004-05:002012-02-21T18:40:18.445-05:00New Moon Blogging<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2U8COIOAsUuiLQ4v1q9T5TOLjopUeRJEVBmBW1UDAILcxtZ1b9jbX0MmjfNy_zDU_3GLRJ_qaSgyr_A_ZnrHMmh9Xg_xTOBLqvlBgnjI507NeW-VywfbVcDHmRGmJp_pl6B7z-01zmBk/s1600/newmoon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2U8COIOAsUuiLQ4v1q9T5TOLjopUeRJEVBmBW1UDAILcxtZ1b9jbX0MmjfNy_zDU_3GLRJ_qaSgyr_A_ZnrHMmh9Xg_xTOBLqvlBgnjI507NeW-VywfbVcDHmRGmJp_pl6B7z-01zmBk/s400/newmoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711682996239281058" border="0" /></a>I woke up this morning tired and irritable. My son was up three times during the night before 6 am. When I finished nursing him between 3 and 4 am, I went into the kitchen to get a drink. Something made me go to the window briefly and look for the moon..but all I saw were stars (they were beautiful, though.) Thought nothing of it until I finally was able to join the world this morning groggy and cranky..to find out from my friend's facebook post that it was a New Moon. I have been wanting to learn more about the moon lately, so the last time I was with my daughter at the library we got out a book about the moon. We looked at it, but still didn't get the info I was looking for..I wanted to know what the difference was between a full moon and a new moon. <br /><br />What I learned after some internet searching today is that during a new moon, the side of the moon that is lit by the sun faces away from the Earth. What we see is the dark side..so the moon is still there, we just don't see it from our position on Earth. That helped me to understand why I wasn't able to see it. When I looked up even more, I found that it is a good time to set out some new intentions..to trust in the dark and give form to your dreams. So there you go. A bit of info I could draw upon, as I did this piece of art. I kept in mind what my new moon intentions might be, and while I was drawing, many notions popped up. <br /><br />For a long time now I have been wanting to return to this blog after I did the <a href="http://creativeeveryday.com/art-every-day-month">art every day challenge </a>in November. Realistically I know I may not be able to post every day from here on in, BUT I am making a commitment to stick to <span style="font-style: italic;">drawing things out</span> as a way to stay connected to<br />the stars, the sun, the moon, the earth and to all life has to offer... By paying close attention to what I am drawn to I have been blessed with many messages from which to learn and grow. <br /><br />So thank you New Moon for giving me the opportunity to start a new phase of this blog. May I continue to learn about nature and <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">own nature </span>through art and connect with others, sharing my offerings of belly bowls, energy portraits, meditative drawing classes and all of the dreams that have yet to come to fruition.Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-87294634305997728212011-11-29T23:18:00.004-05:002011-11-29T23:57:40.615-05:00suspended birdies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25q64On7ZyCtmquD2XPPqelOBimE-lKk00Yffsl49izTFYzqbF8zk7kqYdxNoeUwIdp-qmNEz4T-QmmQdEZTF7lBhsBO0tsIBEkJarJxJdyyOxVp5z-lXkQfNtm54moglqDulDOImX41q/s1600/suspended_birdies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25q64On7ZyCtmquD2XPPqelOBimE-lKk00Yffsl49izTFYzqbF8zk7kqYdxNoeUwIdp-qmNEz4T-QmmQdEZTF7lBhsBO0tsIBEkJarJxJdyyOxVp5z-lXkQfNtm54moglqDulDOImX41q/s400/suspended_birdies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680646102671962242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmZOHb1Y8z6hBkZbE9xn6lQvOd27Ib7y7aae3OocuWEShKDVmode8lYrb_eVUh7rqTLUKBy4AqEMS7n0SziACK5BS1PeLRoO9NIXKYcb2P_Axq-uO7QNLAelvV_iZ9AJcRX0O_asN9y0m/s1600/two_headed_bird.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmZOHb1Y8z6hBkZbE9xn6lQvOd27Ib7y7aae3OocuWEShKDVmode8lYrb_eVUh7rqTLUKBy4AqEMS7n0SziACK5BS1PeLRoO9NIXKYcb2P_Axq-uO7QNLAelvV_iZ9AJcRX0O_asN9y0m/s400/two_headed_bird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680646099236355170" /></a><br />sweet little bird <div>where does your heart cry?</div><div>to the east or the west? </div><div>two heads </div><div>opposing </div><div>each side</div><div>shall you remain suspended? </div><div>still for the many passer-bys?</div><div>leaving them to </div><div>wonder </div><div>wonder </div><div>wonder </div><div>which </div><div>way you will</div><div>fly?</div><div>can you take to the air? </div><div>and still be one? </div><div>can you soar seamlessly?</div><div>without becoming undone?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight I had little time, but wanted to get my hands in some clay. I grabbed a little bit and played with it in my hand..first it was an angel, then a pregnant woman, then a bird..</div><div>I didn't like how the bird's tail was coming along, so I ripped it off..and I found that what I had was a two-headed bird in my hands. It was a curiosity to me, and got me to thinking. I finished it off, deciding to turn it into an ornament, so I put the ball on the top with a hole to pull a string through it. I wasn't too sure if I scored the little ball well enough. I wondered if it would come apart later. When I went to go take a picture of my odd little bird, I saw on my itouch that I had taken these pictures of birds up above my head a few days before while walking to the holiday parade in downtown Beverly. </div><div>Then this little poem came to me as I thought about my hanging ornament and those suspended birds up so high..</div><div><br /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-9129492259106655642011-11-27T21:54:00.002-05:002011-11-27T22:00:51.531-05:00hello darkness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNHv08L8AK18GD5yC0otYHzQJ8Fdw90Cul_Lya26xTO8eSIgMEHLLP_NB7Nhl0jRRk9UGJTuM0f1PZa9QDMs3ZywtSe4xp7xEE0AA6pqIpHyU_w3B3bnINPj9Ep4JmPI_SYhdvDfYDzfL/s1600/hello_darkness001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNHv08L8AK18GD5yC0otYHzQJ8Fdw90Cul_Lya26xTO8eSIgMEHLLP_NB7Nhl0jRRk9UGJTuM0f1PZa9QDMs3ZywtSe4xp7xEE0AA6pqIpHyU_w3B3bnINPj9Ep4JmPI_SYhdvDfYDzfL/s400/hello_darkness001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679874896633479650" /></a>I did this quick sketch of my daughter's hello kitty on the couch in the almost dark..the only light in the room was from some christmas lights around a window. I wondered what it would be like to draw with less light, how I might be surprised by the marks I made since I wasn't able to really see them, how what I would see would change due to less detail, etc. etc. A fun little experiment..gave me an idea to use for a class, whenever I go back to teaching meditative drawing..Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-49273396844041113662011-11-26T22:13:00.004-05:002011-11-26T22:34:20.783-05:00Accept and Transform<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWH8QCFX40en3O4Rm_BhQDwymsSbcraIplIlUnt3Y1Ro01SqaxNtlmDyG4cIG_p85DniT1KulFOV7MpMbbsfICeFBAtMKDqVxRrvfB0Xi7yQSc7STO4N3ED0xWRdkZc9B57sQzvHtYbWv9/s1600/P1080173.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWH8QCFX40en3O4Rm_BhQDwymsSbcraIplIlUnt3Y1Ro01SqaxNtlmDyG4cIG_p85DniT1KulFOV7MpMbbsfICeFBAtMKDqVxRrvfB0Xi7yQSc7STO4N3ED0xWRdkZc9B57sQzvHtYbWv9/s400/P1080173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679509577887546754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0v5A5XsqpKmO2_YJo8K1W8swYQOvv8I4C8TnI4aDs9qEN5KXn7bkdvTDvXWAI-LNkGZZVyDe8UoamLj_L1BLVWbOFJEBy-ibE_yEq_ldXr6zgTTciRNKu4PZBBackG0jsOFc4amcAmge/s1600/P1080178.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0v5A5XsqpKmO2_YJo8K1W8swYQOvv8I4C8TnI4aDs9qEN5KXn7bkdvTDvXWAI-LNkGZZVyDe8UoamLj_L1BLVWbOFJEBy-ibE_yEq_ldXr6zgTTciRNKu4PZBBackG0jsOFc4amcAmge/s400/P1080178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679509570618624722" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYsz1EeE1CywBSSFZL58utvf8_qVmuyBGd5orb-f_S3qVqtfM4nqLX3mkAf2HEamUmuEhwxb5WKHBoEstf9l2AB30pZHqg1_CL7t6cIa8mvLoQnY4QyRtqvWSZDybsfEahQ3DEGvF9soL/s1600/accept_transform001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYsz1EeE1CywBSSFZL58utvf8_qVmuyBGd5orb-f_S3qVqtfM4nqLX3mkAf2HEamUmuEhwxb5WKHBoEstf9l2AB30pZHqg1_CL7t6cIa8mvLoQnY4QyRtqvWSZDybsfEahQ3DEGvF9soL/s400/accept_transform001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679508559419124946" /></a>I woke up this morning to the most beautiful sunrise. So I grabbed my camera a took a few shots. Then, while nursing my son, I was flipping through AEDM blogs on my itouch and happened upon <a href="http://wishstudio.com/">wishstudio</a>, run by <a href="http://wishstudio.com/about-mindy/">Mindy Tsonas</a>. Under her events listings I noticed she was having an open house <i>today</i> with an open art activity so I told my family, "we are taking a trip to Newburyport!" It was such a beautiful day here in New England, and Newburyport is a lovely place. We spent the day collaging and chatting..it was great fun. While getting to know Mindy and the broader world of online creative offerings (the ones she hosts all sound so cool..please, check out her <a href="http://wishstudio.com/events/">events</a>) I made the postcard above. Thank you Mindy, for your amazing offerings and inspiration!Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-67094309259906571822011-11-25T22:26:00.002-05:002011-11-25T22:47:28.684-05:00What you See is What you (Do or Do Not) Get<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ts7bnOLRo_UBID2wkxwKwmuE-_CdiE5TzTCUURFje5mG1N0jHjHhxXmbp3ldU5gP5-TlxF9VOIW0oB9yvjVMzXcR5eyEQZkG5-XOcd7VhStTifeYxFcgh2oKmcwmbTyVPk4hfceMr-G_/s1600/What_you_see002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ts7bnOLRo_UBID2wkxwKwmuE-_CdiE5TzTCUURFje5mG1N0jHjHhxXmbp3ldU5gP5-TlxF9VOIW0oB9yvjVMzXcR5eyEQZkG5-XOcd7VhStTifeYxFcgh2oKmcwmbTyVPk4hfceMr-G_/s400/What_you_see002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679141044394913666" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibPKypSmVWOmennBuB5BhHPQvjx4UukyQ3wfvqG0QeoVOzasVVwiuZv6i6HhxOHKGpygEYshlXBk4gHrfm135rMFlfcTU2idZLtqTdJzqhlQfoBg7KFq16CQaneZIQlZpgCTpfR8uJNWu/s1600/What_you_see001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibPKypSmVWOmennBuB5BhHPQvjx4UukyQ3wfvqG0QeoVOzasVVwiuZv6i6HhxOHKGpygEYshlXBk4gHrfm135rMFlfcTU2idZLtqTdJzqhlQfoBg7KFq16CQaneZIQlZpgCTpfR8uJNWu/s400/What_you_see001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679141040289773074" /></a>I sat down to do a sketch of my daughter's dolls in her small rocking chair, but instead I started doing these energy drawings. This is what happens to me quite often. Automatically. I allow myself to continue, watching the marks form their way across the page. Then when the energy is released and I know I am done, I try to "see" what I have drawn. Tonight this phrase came to my mind; "What you see is what you get". Quite literal, huh? But the thing is, I <i>don't</i> get it so many times; I know I have to trust. When I thought about the <i>not getting it, </i>and wrote it in the title, (Do or Do Not) I was reminded of Yoda. Yoda said, "Do or do not; there is no try". So I will continue to "do", at the same time I "do not" and forget about the frustration that comes about when I think of <i>trying </i>to figure it all out. After all, this blog is called Drawing it Out, not Trying to Draw it Out. My husband works for an organization who's motto is: <i>No mistakes. Just art.</i> So there you have it; the art that came through me. I know, I trust it was no mistake.Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-64816975955678770762011-11-23T23:27:00.002-05:002011-11-23T23:32:27.763-05:00Quickie Collage<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiipTKEtgkfVoJmm5Bsnmtf-6iiUQpZweuxSB_pwUHWyZ8ler7xbxzwLwZixIhxROFYm-S4nD_1mK5h_u_WL5qKxh9kJkLHCglaz-4-ZgCUmOPD9sausmzNLI87quLV4EX4_-3hp5Yq5deO/s1600/quickie_collage001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiipTKEtgkfVoJmm5Bsnmtf-6iiUQpZweuxSB_pwUHWyZ8ler7xbxzwLwZixIhxROFYm-S4nD_1mK5h_u_WL5qKxh9kJkLHCglaz-4-ZgCUmOPD9sausmzNLI87quLV4EX4_-3hp5Yq5deO/s400/quickie_collage001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678414462032079122" /></a>Did this super quickie collage after a not-so-quickie clay class. I worked on my idea for making spiral plates, and it took a lot of do-overs before I got a small sample of something I was interested in. But I suppose that's how it goes sometimes...you work over and over on an idea, and <i>sometimes</i> you get something. Other times you rush rush rush, don't "think" at all, and something just comes spontaneously and seemingly effortlessly. Yup. Gotta love the process...Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-15990611827156976802011-11-22T22:53:00.002-05:002011-11-22T22:54:36.728-05:00Birth Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijcMT_k9y7-YlDcG39jFdvroUpAs-ou8UsfIvWONGfdgcvqg1_5xFqJ-KXeAVXjMJZg_uzExH3JjqktVCAK0pu-PS0bWzKwBGy9bC4zY7K-CsNF4P1hJqinqzi2axsWBYFcDvmDA-ijzTT/s1600/birth_day002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijcMT_k9y7-YlDcG39jFdvroUpAs-ou8UsfIvWONGfdgcvqg1_5xFqJ-KXeAVXjMJZg_uzExH3JjqktVCAK0pu-PS0bWzKwBGy9bC4zY7K-CsNF4P1hJqinqzi2axsWBYFcDvmDA-ijzTT/s400/birth_day002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678034510682661618" /></a>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-83566851955080541882011-11-20T23:24:00.003-05:002011-11-21T00:22:37.939-05:00Come As You Are<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpc3WuuvDE4Vsk95Hd2JiC9lnImOGEmKieCcjfw7_iEi-7g5c4HaF159oDjFhbObvF5eIGBkAKQjS8Aog4A7tCWntYED0mLHcZOrG0UNig01Cr60eI5cEz3WYw1gnKN7aaP1fDGzEaT2f/s1600/come_as_you_are001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpc3WuuvDE4Vsk95Hd2JiC9lnImOGEmKieCcjfw7_iEi-7g5c4HaF159oDjFhbObvF5eIGBkAKQjS8Aog4A7tCWntYED0mLHcZOrG0UNig01Cr60eI5cEz3WYw1gnKN7aaP1fDGzEaT2f/s400/come_as_you_are001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677300339344297986" /></a>On Friday's plane trip to Philadelphia, I sat next to a young Harvard bio/chem student who was on her way to a graduate fellowship interview for a summer position in England. She was one of 13 finalists and 2 people were to be selected. She was very nervous and was reading up on current events to help prepare. She said she started reading up on current events three weeks ago and not focusing on her regular studies because in the interview process she may be questioned about her views on cultural and political issues, and that she really didn't know what was going on in the world. I heard the phrase from the song "Come as you are" by Nirvana in my head and acknowledged the message. But I asked myself, "should I say something to this young woman? Should I discreetly give her the message that I felt like I was receiving for her? How do I say, "I think you should just be yourself and let that person shine through" <div>Thing is, I could totally relate to her and understand how she might be feeling from my own experiences in life. But I didn't say it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Often times I have realized that when we are receiving messages from Spirit there is a residual benefit that may be hidden or not so clear to us in the moment, but help us in our own healing. The significance of my meeting with the Harvard student did not come to me until this evening after I did this drawing. </div><div><br /></div><div>I started by drawing what was in front of me, a view from my couch. The "D" is from a red bin for "Daddy's art supplies" and the "O" was for my daughter's bin. The "M" bin for "Mommy's art supplies" was obscured from my view. However, I soon got into an energy drawing and decided to just go with it. At the same time, I must admit, I had the tv on and was watching the very end of "The Good Wife". Case in point..a judge was telling Alicia, a lawyer, "sometimes you have to have the person you may view as a scapegoat take responsibility for their actions" While the judge was speaking of a case, the not-so-subtle message was also being given to the lawyer who was also having a moment of reflection on how it pertained to her personal life..(I can't believe I am talking about tv in this way..) So thank you, tv, for reminding me that sometimes we do not realize that when we speak about one person we may be inadvertantly helping someone else, and that person may also be ourselves..</div><div><br /></div><div>To drive it all home, when I told my husband my frustration at doing these energy drawings sometimes and not completely understanding them, he told me to keep doing it. That by doing it I will learn more and get more out of it. No being mouse-y, mouse-y. And that's when it hit me. He was also telling me to continue doing what I was doing, to be myself, and let it come through. Yup. He was telling me the same thing I was feeling for the Harvard student. I <i>was</i> the Harvard student.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, Spirit can give us messages, actually multiple messages until we "get it". I have been given multiple opportunities since coming to Massachusetts to "speak up" so to speak, and I have to say that being truly authentic in who you are can be scary as all get out. But scapegoating, or talking myself out of what feels true for me doesn't seem to be a feel-good option for me anymore. At least now I can recognize when this happens and receive the benefit from the interaction and the opportunity for growth that it gave me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a clearer idea now on the significance of this energy drawing. And I was nervous and tentative about posting it, being afraid that somehow this would be exposing me in some way that was uncomfortable. But after writing this and reflecting on my experiences, I think the message here is a good one. Come as you are. Even when you are scared. Speak your truth. DO.</div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-76887146173625318942011-11-18T22:45:00.002-05:002011-11-18T22:49:36.849-05:00Wishbone<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8lSYCO7yadRe7GfiWUTE8F-xIzEBsoPstPKVL4Z1H3inIKfb88vm6L-C_-315-VT2WVTg-E_OPz_w0XA139-83_cbuojfzmQLFx_c8bGBydCAN-4o7d_KZzqZBfIZbFXdoKEpdUX2ALe/s1600/photo-752873.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8lSYCO7yadRe7GfiWUTE8F-xIzEBsoPstPKVL4Z1H3inIKfb88vm6L-C_-315-VT2WVTg-E_OPz_w0XA139-83_cbuojfzmQLFx_c8bGBydCAN-4o7d_KZzqZBfIZbFXdoKEpdUX2ALe/s320/photo-752873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676548122536056194" /></a></p>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-8970105032708196202011-11-17T22:59:00.003-05:002011-11-17T23:05:21.206-05:00True Colors<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MBiOoNFNonEY3ovJL_BQDB3-Tu95sr2QnMBfvWK0wsdmAehNsHeBKWi2qhZyKquAd0uiB05_XsUUN7ngMNcBp6USFg-csLmgQVBjwYFAmkWzYXmETv2NPoRaPme3hDddr5PZPSmgWVKV/s1600/true_colors001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MBiOoNFNonEY3ovJL_BQDB3-Tu95sr2QnMBfvWK0wsdmAehNsHeBKWi2qhZyKquAd0uiB05_XsUUN7ngMNcBp6USFg-csLmgQVBjwYFAmkWzYXmETv2NPoRaPme3hDddr5PZPSmgWVKV/s400/true_colors001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676180667966694978" /></a>I see your true colors shining through <div>I see your true colors and that's why I love you </div><div>So don't be afraid to let them show </div><div>Your true colors </div><div>True colors </div><div>Are beautiful </div><div>Like a rainbow... </div><div><br /></div><div>-Cyndi Lauper</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes when I draw I have spontaneous audiation..This is a picture of my husband on the eve of our weekend trip to Philadelphia to celebrate his 40th birthday. We lived there for 9 years before we moved to Portland. I could say that I've been "creative everyday" in planning a surprise party for him..and I still can't say what it is yet, otherwise I'd let the cat out of the bag..but perhaps I will be able to post about it on Saturday, now that I know how to put pics on the blog from my itouch. Stay tuned... </div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-61618513955508642812011-11-16T22:43:00.001-05:002011-11-16T23:38:51.856-05:00Wheel-ee-oo<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigwOZ6-GF8UwLmMf7ozxlWxLE1_jEWiEgSPVCzGwr_7mfuAlufOhlQu7YhDiG8uXOYWlWIStFAMZ7Q3-NSe0gH9BZyv7h2Joc9oaVFox4on3vEbM0ObvQFAmlS-2TIhf3i6eZ4TFcVZ2VN/s1600/photo-737054.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigwOZ6-GF8UwLmMf7ozxlWxLE1_jEWiEgSPVCzGwr_7mfuAlufOhlQu7YhDiG8uXOYWlWIStFAMZ7Q3-NSe0gH9BZyv7h2Joc9oaVFox4on3vEbM0ObvQFAmlS-2TIhf3i6eZ4TFcVZ2VN/s320/photo-737054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675805030619559650" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">Tonight in ceramics class I learned how to put a base on the bowl I threw last week. I also threw my second pot. Hurrah! It truly is meditative having the clay be centered in your hands, watching it spin around and around. I can get used to this! It really helped me to unwind after my day. I hope to go in and throw some more. We have studio access outside of class time. But I still have my eyes on the prize of doing more belly bowls. I even have another idea brewing..oh, the possibilities! I knew the idea of centering would come up again..I remembered a book I wanted to read written by M.C. Richards, called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Centering-Pottery-Poetry-Caroline-Richards/dp/0819562009">Centering in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person.</a> I put it on hold at the library and it is now ready for me to pick up. Yahoo!!</p>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-31408520063690223002011-11-15T22:39:00.003-05:002011-11-15T22:44:18.188-05:00When Spirit Moves...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDNfRLpvXFBRw50wa5-xP1v4KzkKtwnUjryXNjKZ-nYdUhT1ljq1OlxoSMwU7CLjxYaMDAal6hxqf_RRjyrsUXb-mGj5s-DwWDIiphAS75zXjkfdelruCIeqdkNRdCplV0asNr8g7TRclK/s1600/P1080035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDNfRLpvXFBRw50wa5-xP1v4KzkKtwnUjryXNjKZ-nYdUhT1ljq1OlxoSMwU7CLjxYaMDAal6hxqf_RRjyrsUXb-mGj5s-DwWDIiphAS75zXjkfdelruCIeqdkNRdCplV0asNr8g7TRclK/s400/P1080035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675433411521982786" /></a>Wow, see what ONE good night of sleep gets me? TWO blog posts in one day! (to make up for missing one yesterday? ;) <div>This is an example of an energy drawing. I finally did something bigger..this is 18x 24. I open myself up to spirit and this is what came out this evening. </div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-31555274233903031552011-11-15T16:59:00.003-05:002011-11-15T17:48:59.966-05:00Thawing Out..1..2..3 steps towards Home<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLx9YOTNPdntSgc6JH4zanvXTY-n17lHZfYOtcV8TrEzUVqQp40h4k9vQT198OCSqM8IeSEvC1H-qNw5sCz2H6Q9eOyF3KfPrAeD9M3Meiil_9Vg0v7pKzZB9mM69YCzZlYcdPsUpFOscC/s1600/photo-747391.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLx9YOTNPdntSgc6JH4zanvXTY-n17lHZfYOtcV8TrEzUVqQp40h4k9vQT198OCSqM8IeSEvC1H-qNw5sCz2H6Q9eOyF3KfPrAeD9M3Meiil_9Vg0v7pKzZB9mM69YCzZlYcdPsUpFOscC/s320/photo-747391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675345077641520610" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Yesterday was the first day I did not draw or do something for AEDM. I went to bed at 8pm because I was so completely wiped out. I decided NOT to beat myself up over it..instead, congratulate myself for making it half way and think about all of the benefits from doing this challenge. And feed off of that energy to keep me going! Baby steps...it takes baby steps...</span></p><p class="mobile-photo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br />In my effort to meet other moms and friends for my 4 year old, we went to a Meetup at a park in a neigbhoring town today. It was so beautiful..there were horses and other farm animals there..All of the fall leaves were whirling in the sky...yellows and reds in their peak. There was a small pond. I watched the leaves floating on the water and travelling across, guided by the wind. I was reminded of the first day I started this blog..with the frozen coins locked under the ice. Today I identified with the leaves..moving slowly, quietly, peacefully..</span></p><p class="mobile-photo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Things are moving along here in my new environment and I am starting to meet some wonderful people. But I miss our community in Portland terribly..and today was one of those days where I took a step back for an overall reflection of where I was. </span></p><p class="mobile-photo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">In the afternoon I took my daughter to the school playground near our apartment. She saw hopscotch there and was excited to jump it. As I watched her jumping, I thought more about "steps" and taking steps..instead of a "10" for the last step, the word "Home" was written on the pavement. I wondered how many steps it would take for me to reach a place that felt like home..how long it would take to feel completely at home with myself. And that is an even bigger challenge, one that I could not do without art being part of it. </span></p><p class="mobile-photo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></p>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-57966165428763830502011-11-13T22:46:00.002-05:002011-11-13T22:50:40.333-05:00Two Orrs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabgI_Y0V_xEXQ2xN9DvQwhHDc6JptqLTzCjTcom8RNPwi1CuJ3Z6IzCULMVAokcqQsvN4QxbBX7JqYLJ59KDxV5EyCsfOq1mMrcKKoe3dJRU8X6JZ_DDn-paO2Qb42m2wlICUwSL0rJT2/s1600/two_orrs001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabgI_Y0V_xEXQ2xN9DvQwhHDc6JptqLTzCjTcom8RNPwi1CuJ3Z6IzCULMVAokcqQsvN4QxbBX7JqYLJ59KDxV5EyCsfOq1mMrcKKoe3dJRU8X6JZ_DDn-paO2Qb42m2wlICUwSL0rJT2/s400/two_orrs001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674693255820175842" /></a>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-27182794170184372392011-11-12T23:46:00.002-05:002011-11-13T00:08:12.506-05:00Sometimes a Cigar is just a...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAJEOi8IaYKW0QamMccK690-wV99jCfZu06c2dPdYXsFtxTKk9sNsOKzm-IMLxhuK_kFJgNeZG3TZGKIc7qkXWPUwmf19oCO3X7R_HIfe2KE-wE3sFXbYGq1gTD24EAaM_a4fTpMSMYl7j/s1600/cigar_is_just_a001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAJEOi8IaYKW0QamMccK690-wV99jCfZu06c2dPdYXsFtxTKk9sNsOKzm-IMLxhuK_kFJgNeZG3TZGKIc7qkXWPUwmf19oCO3X7R_HIfe2KE-wE3sFXbYGq1gTD24EAaM_a4fTpMSMYl7j/s400/cigar_is_just_a001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674337276098279218" /></a>Milkweed Pod. <div>Or in this case, a super-duper clear cut message to me on what I am doing and where I am going with some work... </div><div>I was just "rushing" to get a post in tonight..chatting with a friend, telling her I had 15 minutes to get my creativity in before turning into a pumpkin...and what happens here? My milkweed pod turns into a vagina..with seeds...lots of seeds...coming out. </div><div>A few weeks ago my family and I were out on a walk in a nature trail. We saw this whole area full of pods and had fun blowing them all away..spreading the seeds..</div><div>I took one home with me because I thought it would be an interesting thing to draw...and of course never got around to it. Until 5 minutes ago tonight. </div><div>Yes, the belly bowls..the uterus..the place of birth, the place of women's creative forces..the seeds..the seeds of my ideas, of the work I am interested in doing, combining art with spirit...connecting to the spirits that are growing inside of women...both literally and figuratively. </div><div>Today I lamented a bit as I wished I was able to attend a weekend retreat at <a href="http://www.kripalu.org">Kripalu</a> to listen to <a href="http://www.wildfeminine.com">Tami Kent</a> speak on the <a href="www.wildfeminine.com/wild-feminine-book/">Wild Feminine</a>. Of course, this was also in my mind while "mindlessly" drawing my sketch this evening. </div><div>Boy, talk about Drawing it Out!!! ;)</div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010402172424798459.post-79293664698979514382011-11-11T18:03:00.001-05:002011-11-11T21:01:41.184-05:00Belly Bowl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9aJ71U7AfUInRfsOpjTqtB-X3P_HUsC0exH0uB4t4OBQ-wcEDtLh98_iRNbf7MUI4VaWGc0mSkbpE2odMunINv9ESsAq0kDhXew_I3G6sQxUIdKs1IFvD2DBiPUKZH3A0FgiuhMq_c1C/s1600/P1080026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9aJ71U7AfUInRfsOpjTqtB-X3P_HUsC0exH0uB4t4OBQ-wcEDtLh98_iRNbf7MUI4VaWGc0mSkbpE2odMunINv9ESsAq0kDhXew_I3G6sQxUIdKs1IFvD2DBiPUKZH3A0FgiuhMq_c1C/s400/P1080026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673878135073052530" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLbskXe1CucINwzSUnyQpNxK40CrSh2bS5V75g5YNg5307p8azzyYKDNhxqAikXQ1oAt4NdfhBrcbtCvCQmxDWawAu2oA0Lo4x6DvJqMXRMO1EH0fxty495ijhQL68bxPci24x4DAus54/s1600/P1080031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLbskXe1CucINwzSUnyQpNxK40CrSh2bS5V75g5YNg5307p8azzyYKDNhxqAikXQ1oAt4NdfhBrcbtCvCQmxDWawAu2oA0Lo4x6DvJqMXRMO1EH0fxty495ijhQL68bxPci24x4DAus54/s400/P1080031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673878130792252498" /></a>Today I made a Belly Bowl for my friend's sister. It was great fun. I started making these bowls for friends in Portland, OR before I left. This was the first bowl I have done since having my son 11 weeks ago. I am excited to continue this work here in the Boston area. I combine energy work with the bowls througout the process.Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11050772698954175467noreply@blogger.com2