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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Paint Party Friday " The Heat of the Night"

 We're  in a pretty sick heat wave here in British Columbia, with a total fire ban everywhere!   I am not a heat baby and haven't been one since I was a teen when days were spent at the beach swimming! Nights we slept outside on the veranda, where a large mattress  was fixed through the heat of summer. 
 Sleep overs were such fun, as was sneaking out in the middle of night to meet up with boys.  Such excitement ducking behind bushes as the sun came up. Hiding from adults we feared might see us and report back to our parents! How we figured out the hook up without cell phones is beyond me....but we always did!! Parents were none the wiser back then!
 Back to reality, old age, and leaving a tub full of water to dunk into at three AM the middle of the night....cooling down enough to fall back to sleep until nature again calls! Oh how times have changed!
 We are slower and quieter these days. Most of the  talking happens in my head or on the page. We sit in the dark lately, just to avoid the heat of the lights. No worries though, rain is around the corner. Then again.... heat.....ho hum....
  This is a wonderful video of legal graffiti in Brazil, done for a great cause!

 I have been playing with mixed media. Revamping hair, features and clothing on catalogue pages. It's been total bliss creating these pieces even in the heat! They are inspired by  "The Daily Painter" Katherine Jeanne Woods whom I deeply admire!

This week I  wonder if Beardo and Cupcake are enjoying the music festival they're  attending,  even though it's one of the hottest  places  in the province!

 I dream of a world without violence towards others! Especially this week, where spousal abuse has left one woman in critical condition  and the other  dead within days of each other.
Recently I worry about all the  forest fires in our province, especially with my kids being in a hot mountain village!
 I hope I eventually develop my style to a place where I actually love it!
 How about you? What's your naughty childhood memory? What do you #1 Wonder about, #2 Dream about #3 Worry about #4 Hope for at the moment!

Friday, July 11, 2014

Paint Party Friday "Labelled"

I have friends with twins.... One girl is creative, dreamy and a bit quirky,  the other is  fastidious and curious. Each beautiful in their own right with unique talents and differences!  One is more athletic, one is more social, one loves clothes, the other doesn't. Either way they are amazing sweet  girls.
Their pre school teacher had concerns  that the fastidious twin was over taking the creative one a bit too much.  I see the fastidious girl as a future scientist or possible CEO of a company with all the qualities of a phenomenal leader! The teacher expected the parents to dissuade what was referred to as  bossy behaviour..
I have such a passion for children. I suggested my friends direct that beautiful leadership energy down the right path instead of viewing and reprimanding it as bossy behaviour.  As a parent  I've always believed  I was here to  correct my child, not crush her spirit!
In grade one, a child  dropped their crayons so I helped  pick them up, like my mom taught me! The teacher was annoyed complaining that I was too helpful. As the years went on other teachers complained I  could do better if I applied myself, labeling me a daydreamer! They were right, I was a daydreamer.... but in a good way!
 Rarely, if ever, was the word "creative" mentioned on a report card.  I played the piano, cooked well at a young age, crocheted at eleven, sewed, sang in several choirs, wrote and preformed a song for a play, was active in neighbourhood sports, yet most teachers, (not all) took   my positive qualities and turned them into a negative.  One can only wonder how things would have been if my many assets had been encouraged.
 The mere mention of  music as a career was poo-pooed by my parents.  Back in the day , the word "Artist" of any kind, seemed to be a dirty word, along with "Hippy!"
It's no wonder it took  fourty seven years for me to start  dabbling in paint! I'm so pleased the twins have parents who will do what they know to be  right for their girls. Directing them in a positive way, making small corrections when need be and celebrating all their differences and triumphs!

Were you  labeled as a child? Was it positive or negative? How did you deal with it? 

Thursday, July 03, 2014

Proud and Grateful Paint Party Friday

How  lucky am I to live in a Country that is peaceful and free...with four seasons, freedom of speech and creativity as well as free access to medical services for a small monthly fee?
 As we celebrated Canada Day July 1st I reflected on something my dad said fifty years ago. He asked me," why do you think you are so lucky to be born in such a beautiful and peaceful country instead of a faraway land where food is scarce and there is so much unrest?" A big question for an eight year old, one that stuck with me!! It kept me from taking my life  and possessions for granted!  
Today a friend sent an email, another reminder how lucky we are to live where there is access to so many wonderful basic and luxurious amenities that  many countries could only dream of! The following thoughts were born...........
A former hockey hero once filling an arena with eighteen thousand people awaits  his demise with a terminal disease, while three hundred people show up outside his hospital room to chant his name in appreciation. Another revered hockey goalie adored while at the top of his game hears little fuss when he's traded. Styles come and go, heroes come and go, only the rare few stay in the lime light for long. We are a fickle society!
Wedding card for a friend...looks better in person, the sparkles alter the photo!
We love our new smart phones or tablets until a newer model comes along. We appreciate things while they do us a service, then they are tossed willy-nilly  to the side. Do we value people and things enough I wonder?

A woman gains a few pounds and feels she's not worthy, a  man or woman ages and is treated like they are no longer relevant, social media comes along and ousts what was thought to be timeless Newsprint. Maybe years ago things had a longer shelf life...like   electronics, small appliances, friendships, and marriage. Some people change their mind like their underwear, falling into that change, disregarding long term consequences.... so much is dictated to us about what and who, we should want, or love!  Yet each of us have such unique interests and preferences! I often wonder how we so easily fall prey to this kind of marketing!
I'm glad I was born in a day where life was simpler, relationships and values took priority! I watch my kids on a few days off enjoying each other with only small bout on social media and a bit of television.  They are truly enjoying the simple life, shutting out the world to reconnect  and calling it a holiday! 
Are you fickle, do you find yourself wanting that possession/or person touted as the next best thing? Are you truly appreciating the simple things that are unavailable in so many other parts of the world?

 Today and everyday I am a proud Canadian appreciating friends, family and the  simple things!

Friday, June 27, 2014

Paint Party Friday Information overload

                                                              Paint Party Friday

This week I am taking, "The Art of Picture book" course here!  It's super reasonable for anyone interested in learning the structure of children's picture books!!  The instruction is excellent and has my creative juices churning!

I've been creating a birthday card for a goddess, normally I don't show it until after the fact! This one was inspired by my friends love of birds and blog visits last week.
As I age I hesitate to get caught up or involved in peoples conundrums. Still hearing their stories gets me worrying  probably more than I should. I've done a lot of that lately!  That's when creating art like this is my true solace!
I often bite my lip holding back what I know after living fifty eight years. Thankfully   blogging/writing gives me an opportunity to purge whirling thoughts and feelings!
Some weeks information comes from every direction and it's hard to know where to put it all. I do believe in synchronicity so I am left wondering what am I to learn or where am I to put  all this new knowledge.
My heart would love to save the world, fix every ones  personal problems, but it's not possible!  Since I often have foot in mouth disease I know  I am best to say as little as possible unless asked, keep with my own age group and share only generalizations unless it's on my blog or in a journal.
 In other words I'm teaching myself to shut up! At least I'm telling myself to shut up since it doesn't come natural!
Over the years I've learned my attempts at comforting often enable a persons bad behavior because I am a terrible codependent and feel so deeply for others! Sometimes sharing my version of truth  hurts feelings, falls on deaf ears or is taken out of context.
 Even though I'm  known as a pretty good communicator,  I have often been misunderstood. My passion can be misplaced when I share ideas with the wrong people. So yes, being quiet can and will be an asset for me.

This week I realized what I  lack in  intelligence has often been trumped by wisdom and intuition. It's truly warned me of trouble and elevated  me over some of life's difficult   humps.
Except for an impromptu brunch with a great  friend, this week has been information overload for me.

However I have learned that when you make a mistake, like I did here, it can be resolved nicely with  a bit of humour! 

How about you, do you feel the need to talk more or less as you age?

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Paint Party friday "Teachers"

 SOC week 2 
Coral & Teal 
with a Smudge, Splash or Pop of Bright White

Creatively has been wonky to say the least this week. I pretty much ruined everything I put my hand to! Seems like my creative mojo has left the building... I've been doodling, making pages and then a few marks later it's kaput...not to be recovered thanks to a black sharpie.
Speaking of Sharpies, ever drawn a mustache on a  room of sleeping children? When Cupcake was about eleven I did it to a group of six girls in a cabin! They all awoke laughing at each other it was so much fun they loved it!! I also wrote all their assets in a little note pinned to  their bed. It was such a great school field trip, with many fond memories.  It's also the reason Cupcake loves walking in torrential type rain storms.  It down poured almost the whole trip! Accommodations were basic wood floors and walls with no heat, I broke a few rules and  made it fun anyway!
Cupcake had some pretty inspirational teachers, they saw her true value. In all her school years there were only three or four teachers that had a negative affect on her. Thankfully that was in high school too where she could stand up for herself! For the most part school was such a positive experience for her. Unlike myself,  labeled early as a daydreamer I had maybe five or six good teachers in all my years! 
 Education should always  be a priority! The best teachers are always remembered!  In some cases Teachers are  the only positive interactions troubled children have all day! Did you have a favourite teacher and how did they inspire you?



Thursday, June 12, 2014

Memories of Dad Paint Party Friday

 Paint Party Friday
Art Journal Journey
 I missed you all last week still recovering from the flu. I went down hard and I am so grateful to be on the mend... still slow going and catching up on sleep but so glad to be a lot better... wow that was harsh!  
Walking the dog!
Special occasions can be so difficult for some people.  So many young people today have daddy issues... whether big or small I am reminded how fortunate I was to have a daddy who loved me to bits. Who would go to the ends of the earth for me, who gave wise advice, who I trusted implicitly and always felt safe with. 
Mix it Monthly "Home"

Was he perfect? NO....but boy he taught me a lot, showed me how to have fun without money, how to ride a bike, roller skate, swim, golf, play baseball, crib and bridge! We could chat for hours, always  proud of him I kissed him on the lips until the day he died! I loved my dad so much!
I am in many ways my fathers legacy! He was kind and fair! He loved and enjoyed conversations with women of all ages and was excepting of everyone. He sat with the shunned gay man at work during lunch, listening to his sad stories! Relaying those stories taught us acceptance at a very young age!

 To dad, a house was a house,  a car was a car it never had to be the best, just nice.....he highly  appreciated everything he had,  including my mother who could be a  chronic nag at times. However to give mom her due, she was always doing, cooking, cleaning, reading,working or playing...she was probably always tired!
 Saying prayers done in Mindy Lacefields  free class
 As Fathers day approaches feelings of abandonment bubble up for many kids! Others feel misunderstood, lied to, second place in step families, judged, and shunned because of different religious beliefs or lifestyles. Some children wrestle with parental mental illness or addiction!  I feel sad for them. I realize now I was one of the lucky ones!  My father had alcohol issues that escalated in his later years and at times   wreaked havoc on the family. 

However for the the most part he was a really wonderful dad who tucked me in at night, read me stories, built me a playhouse and listened to me when I felt forlorn. He set a great foundation for security in my world! My dad really understood me!! He's been gone 28 years but all the lovely memories are cemented in forever!
I remember that night well! After mom had criticized me, dad was 
kindly explaining why my mom was the way she was!

Did you feel understood by your dad? 
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