cre·ate verb, -at·ed, -at·ing, adjective verb (used with object) to evolve from one's own thought or imagination, as a work of art or an invention.

My mantra is now, create. I've joined two workshops recently and have begun to create art work once again. One is Suzi Blu's Art Journaling Extravaganza over at Le Petite Academy over at ning.com. You can sample her workshop here: http://suziblu.typepad.com/a_lovely_dream/-912011.html. I love Suzi Blu's unique brand of quirkiness - her deep, profoundly rich journal pages with maximum grunge and multi-layered loveliness. She is offering 8 months of classes for $55.00.

The other fab class is on Willowing and Friends and it's called “Life Book, a celebration and honouring of YOU”. "Life Book" is a year-long art class that includes lessons from 15 incredible teachers, (yes, I said 15 teachers). We're making 1 or more pages per month and we'll be incorporating these pages into a book by the end of the year. I'm super excited about this class as she has some really talented people, that I have been watching, on her team. Life Book can be found here: http://willowing.ning.com/page/life-book-2012-open-for-registration

I plan on documenting my progress - got lots on my creative plate and loving it.

My first page in my Life Book - "goddess superpowers"

Eons

I'm dusting off the cobwebs and sweeping up a bit around here because it has been eons since my last post. I fell into a hole and have been slowly creeping out of it - said hole was very dark and deep.

My husband suffered a stroke December 7th 2010 while he was doing some work in his sisters house in Cambridge. I wasn't with him when it happened - I wish I would have been there. There is no turning back time - the damage is done. He waited too long and insisted that he would go to the emergency hospital in the morning (he thought he had a back injury) - I insisted he go immediately because he couldn't walk - I was over-ruled but should have called an ambulance from home. By morning not only could he not walk he was found curled up in a ball on the floor in a puddle of urine. An ambulance was called he was rushed to Mass General and it was there that the rest of our lives began.

It took months for him to learn how to walk, feed and care for himself. Weeks in rehab hospital and then to a secondary rehab then home. No longer the strong man and doer he was. How life has changed.

Now a year has gone by progress is measured in the smallest of increments - the 2 year mark will tell us how much he will regain and that door is shutting quickly. We can only remain hopeful and grateful that he escaped with his life.

i love flickr

I found this image on Flickr in one of my groups called, "Collage Images (NOT FOR POSTING ART)" . Isn't she the sweetest, check out her shoes and little outfit.

i'm taking "the remains of the day" class!

I'm taking a new online class with Mary Ann Moss called, "remains of the day". I just can't wait until I get my hands busy on this one. One problem, I need a sewing machine! I'll work on that in the mean time I'll be collecting paper from my stash and around the house. I think I'll pull out the girls school pictures and scan them and print them out in good quality paper. I'm so excited! Take a look at her video here and tell me you can't keep yourself from drooling over her work.

To view Mary Ann's gorgeous travel journal click on my entry title. While you're at it visit her blog at "Dispatch From LA" and Drool baby drool:p

july 2010

july 2010

I'm back

I'm back after a year of not posting a single word. It has been a difficult year of personal challenges and frustration but I'm back and ready to move ahead. I recently hung 4 works of art at a local cafe gallery on Thursday. I found that I work best under pressure - feet to fire and I'm there. Here's a sampling of what I had to offer. "Naughty But Nice" is 8 X 20 X 2 canvas. I used collage, acrylic paints, glitter, rubber stamps and bees wax. I posted more photographs for a more detailed look.