Last year I wrote my 2009 goals list and recently updated that list to reflect upon what I did and didn’t do in 2009. I hope to continue this annual tradition and invite others to do the same.
- Pay for and apply to get my Canadian Passport (I haven’t been outside of Canada in 16 years)
- Offer art lessons online
- Paint a lively mural on the bland white washed wooden garage located in the backyard in the summer time and research alternative energy sources (wind turbine, solar energy) and turn lively painted garage into a year round greenhouse
- Build a fence and gate around the backyard
- Pot, haul soil and plant a vegetable, herb and edible flower garden in the backyard and mulch 100 feet by 4 feet of lilac bushes surrounding this property
- Colourize 10 ink drawings in Adobe Photoshop
- Paint one of a kind usable art objects i.e trunks, ornaments, boxes, knobs…
- Record two video’s per month and post them to both Youtube and this Blog
- Integrate Lijit Search, Discus Comments and Facebook Connect into this blog making it easier for you and me to share opinions and find the things or posts you like
- Upgrade Thesis theme to the latest version and learn to or pay a designer to customize it for me
- Barter art for clothing and other handmade goods and services
- Take care of student loan debt
- Travel somewhere alone… maybe Brazil, New York and/or Ireland
- Budget to hire an accountant or bookkeeper bi-monthly
- Do my best to have two to three rooms rented at all times
- Introduce 5 new (utilitarian) products with my art printed on them i.e. clothing mmmm yeah!
- Make a huge effort to meet people in Saint John with whom I connect with (I know you’ve got to be out there!)
- Do random acts of kindness both offline and online
- Walk away from and distance myself from those people who want to see me fail
- Argue honestly and express anger without feeling threatened
- Wait until summertime to buy rumoured 5 mega pixel iphone and/or rumoured apple tablet (to this day I have never had a cell phone and it’s just getting to the point that I need one)
- Listen to music that inspires
- Accept that Catholicism is not something I completely believe in
- Join the growing movement lobbying the City of Saint John to build grocery stores in densely populated areas of the city that are within walking distance
- And above all to learn more about you
I tag Shayla, Christopher, Lorrie, Range, Johanna, Cara, Pamela, Biffy Beans, TaraFly, Esther & Estella, Karen Faulkner, Think Bakery and Kreativlink to write your 2010 goals list and publish them to your blog. This list can be as long or as short as you want it to be. Please tag a few of your friends to do the same and link back to the person who tagged you.
Happy New Year!
For a while there… nothing was coming together; ink lines, paper cuts, pens with caps off, all were left wandering aimlessly in the studio with unfinished lines, scraps of paper and ideas yet to bear fruit. That kind of sums up the last few months of my life.
I walked into the kitchen to wash my hands and met a ghastly hilarious sink filled with smelt. It took me by surprise. I stepped back, laughed and walked to the bathroom to wash there instead.
My uncle had been ice fishing for smelt and Mom was thawing out the frozen fish for cleaning, then cooking.
Later that night (last night) I attended a party at my brother‘s place. I was holding onto optimism that sales would increase this coming week and decided to leave my laptop, business and ideas at home so that I could relax, have a few drinks and hang out with great people, some of whom, I’ve known since early childhood.
A few hours into the party I secured a small design contract and a babysitting job.
So, how does self confidence relate to Smelt? Continue reading
1. Don’t visit the Etsy forums. EVER. period.
These days the Etsy forums resemble a mad hatters tea party on acid except everyone is serving nastiness and it’s become non-positive in every way shape and form. I can’t weed out the negative anymore. They can and will suck your creative spirit dry. As of today I will no longer peruse them. Good Bye!
2. Don’t sign up for Plenty of Fish.
I signed up last year. Then after three weeks of idiots never logged back in until two weeks ago. The idiocy has begun anew with a vengeance. To deter the idiots I made my profile mean (brutally honest). The idiots multiplied. How is this possible that such a small community as Saint John, New Brunswick is so full of rednecks! Moments ago I deactivated my account.
3. Don’t overexpose yourself to noise and crowds.
I love all the people in my life. Don’t get me wrong on this. My social life has been increasing more than I can handle both online and offline. Clubs. Parties. Weddings. Get-togethers. Family Gatherings. Drunk people. Loud Music. POF. Etsy forums. My creativity has seriously wained as a consequence. Thus, it is time to hibernate picking up and using flickr, blog and pen. I need some down time. Really. Badly. I sleep with ear plugs and my cat. I like it quiet just like that.
Just by doing those three things listed above I am adjusting my aura. To much socializing and not enough time alone to re-energize will make me sick. I learned while in treatment for anxiety and addiction that I am an introvert which simply means I need much more alone time and one on one time in small groups than 90% of the rest of the world who are extroverted and need people time all the time to re-energize.
This fact is good. This realization, that I am on the road to an unhealthy lifestyle makes me smile. Haha! Because I realize it and have pinpointed the three main sources of my anxiety. Now, I put it into practice by focusing on the good things.
I feel normal. As most normal people know when enough is enough. Much of my life I didn’t know what was enough or what was lacking. To “know” this empowers me to move into action creating masterpieces for your walls!
Life is an ebb and flow of ideas, choice and change.
In eight days I will be sober of GHB for three years. How about that!
Image credit – Aura, Acrylic painting on 2 by 2 foot board by me, Jessica Doyle. Both the original painting and prints are available in my art shop.
As human beings we search for connections, look for validation and adhere to the norm. Every now and then a new idea emerges from the masses taunting older symbols long since ingrained within the societal stigmata.
This idea softly floats about joining itself to others through the senses in both unconscious and conscious ways. Once spoken, programmed, written, drawn, painted, acted or cooked it is not but a dream no longer; it is reality.
And your reality is whatever you choose it to be.
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In a moment our lives switch and adapt to our surroundings, yearning for alternative ways of thinking in approaching life.
When you meet new people that in itself creates new pathways in your brain causing reflection, affirmation and acceptance of what once was. Memories are created and we can either forget about them moving onwards to other circumstances and events or remember them by thinking. This act of thinking about that event or time places it into your long term memory.
I traversed the town this weekend. The summer gallery hop was in full swing Friday night. My friend Karen had appeared at the front door with flowers in hand for me. I smiled! The last time someone bought me flowers was several years ago.
Creatively speaking, these last few weeks left me feeling drained and ultimately defunct and void of blissful energy. By Thursday of last week I wondered whether I’d ever draw again. Art paper didn’t make sense and the computer was following close behind in being unrecognizable. This was not a creative block it was fear!
Thursday evening I tied up all loose ends, wrote the folks who needed to be written to, emailed customers and clients and called it quits until today (Sunday). I planned to take Friday and Saturday off to attend the hop and then the following day a wedding. Two days in a row off from working is a record for me lately.
A painter named Chris on Friday night who had artwork on exhibit at the Kausen Gallery to spoke with me. He was in his early 60’s. I asked if he ever got scared that it wouldn’t come back? He’s laughed wholeheartedly replying “yes, on more than one occasion.” I smiled knowing that it was ok to relax and enjoy myself without worrying about my art, creativity, circumstance or status.
A memory did form from that night. One that will be etched forever secret until the story itself unfolds to those involved sometime in the not so distant future. I wish I could fly to Eastern Europe and take another few days off.
I’ll be here,
…and recovering from wearing stiletto’s for eight odd hours!
The truth behind the struggle
You hear people speak of the struggling artist. It’s almost a romantic notion to have that said to you or about you if you are in fact an artist. I hate that notion. You never hear of a struggling physician or a struggling carpenter. Only artist’s seem worthy of such a negative, yes NEGATIVE, connotation attached to their trade of choice. And it is even their trade of choice? Continue reading
I cracked a jar of Gesso
this passed Tuesday evening
brush in hand
swiping white abound
laying it down
on masonite board
preferring wood to canvass