Blue Jays and Branches

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

 

When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer   by Walt Whitman

 

Thought for today

Dear friends, please remember that in response to the pain of the world, we can add our loving kindness. Also, I am aware that tragedy hits every day somewhere in the world, perhaps next time we hear of a bombing in another far away place, we can send peaceful thoughts to all, and move through our days with small acts of love.

Focusing on beauty can help heal the world.

Cool app to use for sharing information

My brother told me about an online app that is a template for presentations, called Prezi.  I made a one to show you:
Becoming an Artist

and here is what it says, if it doesn't load on your computer:

The hardest part is getting started.
To find enough inspiration and belief in yourself that you go to that eisel, pick up some paints and paper and pens, or pick up those collage materials and your journal, and just begin. Becoming an Artist You've heard this before But first you have to believe in yourself.

Rumi said: "You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?" If you put in the time, your art will soar.

Jack Kerouac said "Something that you feel will find its own form."
What touches you?
What gets your attention?
What in the world draws you in mysterious ways you might not even understand?
Start there.

Don't strain. Plotinus said: "We must not run after it, but we must fit ourselves for the vision and then wait tranquilly for it, as the eye waits on the rising of the Sun which in its own time appears above the horizon and gives itself to our sight."

Rumi also said this: "Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon."
If we trust ourselves, look for the mystery, and then do what comes naturally, our work will become authentic. Our yearning to create will be satisfied. You do have a vision, and if you long to create it visually (or musically, or with your body, this can be applied to all the arts), your work will SING.

and last, I want to leave you with this: "In the language of the Tewa Indians, the three syllable term that is translated as "art" or "creativity" actually means "water-wind-breath." This is a beautiful evocation of the creative process. It's about catching the current, about breathing in and breathing out. In-spiration is literally breathing in Spirit; exhalation is releasing it into the world." --Robert Moss

If you are creative, this might help you:

I read this on an article in the Harvard Business Review on how to treat creative employees, and I thought it would be nice to treat myself this way!

"Few things are as aggravating to creatives as boredom. Indeed, creative people are prewired to seek constant change, even when it's counterproductive. They take a different route to work every day, even if it gets them lost, and never repeat an order at a restaurant, even if they really liked it. Creativity is linked to higher tolerance of ambiguity. Creatives love complexity and enjoy making simple things complex rather than vice-versa. Instead of looking for the answer to a problem, they prefer to find a million answers or a million problems. It is therefore essential that you keep surprising your creative employees; failing that, you should at least let them create enough chaos to make their own lives less predictable."

and here is a peek at my portfolio on my iphone, I love technology!

New beginnings:

I am so pleased to be represented by these awesome folks:
http://parcaidesigns.com/press.html

Need an idea?

If you ever need a journaling idea, here are more than 4000 of them on this amazing Pintarest board:
http://pinterest.com/bettina11/smash-journaling/

Happy Journaling!

A New York State of Mind

I'm in a New York state of mind. http://youtu.be/p04TYk4j0zQ 

This Youtube video of Billy Joel's spontaneous performance of that song brought tears to my eyes. We lived in New Jersey for 11 years, a short 45 minute train ride to Penn Station. Every few months, I got to take that ride and explore the city, shop a little, have a good meal or a theater outing, visit a great museum, meet a friend. 

9-11 happened while we lived there, friends on our street worked in the trade center building, and the whole world focused on this great city during that tragedy. I think the reason I choked up is because New York really does express some of the greatest of human achievements, along with some of the most profound pain; great music, like great art, helps us feel this passion. We owe such thanks to people who dedicate their lives to creating music and art. I certainly don't think my work is anywhere near as interesting or meaningful as the iconic Billy Joel (or the amazing young man who plays with him in this video.) But I am filled with emotion that I will get to bring my work to the city and have thousands of licensing art buyers see it. I have worked for so many years at what I do, and this feels like a wonderful chance to have it out in the world, even if no licensing deals result. 

Thank you, New York City, I really am in a New York State of mind, and it feels good.

and an owl.

I will be showing three collections of my work at Surtex, and art licensing trade show this May, in New York;  Owls (you're surprised?), Pears, and Sea Life.

More about this is HERE.

"We should see money in terms of the expenditure of energy and how we are going to transmute that energy into a proper use."   --Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche

And my news:

I have not been able to post my art for a while, for a very exciting reason. But let me start at the beginning. . . . grab your coffee, this might be lengthy:

I have been making art for as long as I can remember. I remember once when I was very small being taken to the National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C., and my heart filled, I felt like I was in a holy place, my love for art started then. But school and work and life caught me up in "reality", so I spent an awful lot of my life putting this great love aside, studying architecture and working in that field, raising a family, teaching, and working at "real" jobs. Jobs that would earn me respect and money.

I worked hard at these other professions, but always ended up coming back to the studio, to a pile of watercolors and papers and inks and pens; I found myself needing to play in an art journal to keep feeling that connection to the mystery, to keep true to myself and my vision. Joseph Campbell calls it "following your bliss", and he says it leads to where we are meant to be, in our truest authentic self. The thing was, I always felt like I was being indulgent, or neglectful, or starry-eyed and that it should be the "real" world that I engage in.  I don't think I really believed that actually following your bliss could result in success, it just seemed too far away from the mainstream, too impossibly unrealistic.

For the last three years, I had a mighty battle going on in my heart, I love more than anything making beautiful collagey images and playing in my studio, but no one was paying me for doing this. I tried so many other things -- I showed "sellable" work in a few galleries (with minimal sales), I taught art journaling workshops, I took up book design and taught a graphics class, I even applied to work retail, feeling quite desperate to earn a living. Still, I kept coming back to the studio, making layered papers and collage after collage, adding paint, taking photos and adding them to these textured images. I just felt blissful doing this, and guilty at the same time for not "contributing" more to the real world.

Well, a few weeks ago, all this changed. I realized I had quite a pile of interesting work here in my studio, and when a friend mentioned an artist agent was looking for new artists, I applied. Lots of back and forth later, and suddenly, I find myself with an enthusiastic supporter who will be taking 48 of these images to the largest art marketing show in the country, Surtex, in New York City. I now finally know I was not crazy to spend years working on these collages, that someone in the world might even pay me for them. Not that money needs to be our validation, but the fact that if we truly love what we are doing, if we commit to the vision, if this is the only thing that fills our hearts with joy, then of course that is the right path. Money or no money, praise or no praise.

Developing an art style takes years; years where you won't get a paycheck. But imagine if no one in history ever dedicated their time to this. No new creative work could ever bloom.  No innovation in the arts could happen, no progress, no evolution.   So artists, keep at it, give yourself to your work. Even if no one is praising you or writing you checks, one day, one day, your contribution will deeply enrich the world.  And in year heart you will know you have done good work, worthwhile work.

I promise.

Studio News Coming Soon!

In the swim of things.

"The invariable mark of wisdom 

is to see the miraculous in the common." 

--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thought for today

"You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?"   --Rumi

Another Owl

"Something that you feel will find its own form."  

--Jack Kerouac

quietness

"I have naturally formed the habit of restraining my thoughts. A thoughtless word hardly ever escaped my tongue or pen. Experience has taught me that silence is part of the spiritual discipline of a votary of truth. We find so many people impatient to talk. All this talking can hardly be said to be of any benefit to the world. It is so much waste of time. My shyness has been in reality my shield and buckler. It has allowed me to grow. It has helped me in my discernment of truth."     --Gandhi

I am ready for Spring.

"We must not run after it, but we must fit ourselves for the vision and then wait tranquilly for it, as the eye waits on the rising of the Sun which in its own time appears above the horizon and gives itself to our sight."   --Plotinus

make some beauty

A few years ago, Voyager 1 crossed the termination shock, 8 billion miles away. Voyager, in case it's ever encountered by extra-terrestrials, is carrying photos of life on Earth, greetings in 55 languages and a collection of music from Gregorian chants to Chuck Berry. Including "Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground" by '20s bluesman Blind Willie Johnson, whose stepmother blinded him when he was seven by throwing lye in is his eyes after his father had beat her for being with another man. He died, penniless, of pneumonia after sleeping bundled in wet newspapers in the ruins of his house that burned down.   But his music just left the solar system.

Love Birds

(photo of red cheeked cordon bleu by Vivi Moreira, collage art by me.)

today is the day to mail Valentines!

"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon." --Rumi

To whom do you belong?

"My heart tells me the world does not belong to me, but I belong to it.  I know my place."
--Craig Chalquist

words?

"It's all the unwordable things one wants to write about, just as it's all the unformable things one wants to paint – essence."  --Emily Carr