Love on a Monday

I’ve been busy writing these past few months. Business is booming, which is always a good thing. Look for my articles in Go Kapolei and the Star-Advertiser in the next several weeks. I’m also [*crossing my fingers] working on a few other magazines, an essay and what I hope to be a published fiction story one day. Now that I put it out there, you need to hold me to it!

In the meantime, I’ve realized the importance of prioritizing play, which explains this…

You are so loved

I know everybody has their own version and mine’s is a little on the childish scrawl version. But painting is so soothing and love? Well it’s a much needed reminder these days that it’s the most important thing.

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Crafty Friday: Sir Mix a Lot

Since we’re still in the process of packing and unpacking, I haven’t had much of a chance to craft. But I have moved things around for a little fun. Exhibit A: The coffee table

I nabbed the napkins at a local Kailua store Kai Boutique, the flowers were from my husband. Everything else I already had except the photo in the frame. It was an iPhone picture taken of my own homemade art ala oranges and printed on our printer. The framed looked was created courtesy of my iPhone cover. In other words, completely by accident.

Forgive me, if you find that amusing at most. I really need to get back to real crafting. In the meantime, here’s an old post I did when I had more time. It’s just me putting paintbrush to canvas scared out of my wits whether it’d turn out or not. It sort of turned out like tulips. What do you think?

Floral Acrylic Painting

It was painted after another week of beautiful blooms bought for me by my husband. It’s part of my weekly splurge, a little happy pick me up and something to inspire me for the week. This week I got hydrangeas. Not sure if I can tackle them yet. But we’ll see…

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Crafty Fridays: Spring is Here!

Well almost. Whenever the sun peeks out from the clouds, I feel like rejoicing the end of a long winter and celebrating spring, which to me symbolizes hope.

One thing that’s helped me to shake off the last shot of winter blues is to paint. After my husband gave me these yellow daisies for Valentine’s Day, I was inspired to imbue my own living room with a shot of color. Just like those new spring Target commercials I’m loving. Anyone else stop fast forwarding the DVR when you see those colorful commercials?

Anyway, as you can tell I’ve been enamored with photography lately, but still have a special place in my heart for painting. Here’s my latest craft to celebrate the start of spring and the weekend. Hurray!

It’s adding a pop of color in our home and for that reason I’m fancying it quite a bit.

What my husband likes best about this little painting is the unintentional 3D effect I created on the canvas. With no training, I can’t say I did it on purpose. But I always love and am grateful for serendipitous moments like that.

Working on anything you’re proud of lately? 

Whether it’s getting in your minimum word count, exercise count, or you finally did something you’ve put off for weeks, let’s be happy and crazy and celebrate our latest endeavors here.

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What’s Scary About Being Creative

 {Thanks @kristinoffiler for your Facebook comment that inspired this 4:06 pm in the afternoon spontaneous post!}

I was rambling on Facebook yesterday about more things I fear. Maybe it’s Halloween that’s started the domino affect or the several hours a day I spend reading psychology articles on anxiety and depression. But I’ve been talking a lot about the things that scare me lately.

That’s when Kristin gave me a good book recommendation for Spirit Junkie: A Radical Road to Self-Love and Miracles. I did a digital thumb through and read about how the author Gabrielle Bernstein interpreted fear. In it she says,”I’ve learned that much of what I feared in my life was not frightening at all, or in many instances even real. I’ve learned that fear is simply an illusion based on past experiences that project onto the present and onto the future.”

It’s an interesting and provocative statement. And I agree on many levels.

While I wouldn’t say that every fear is attached to a past negative experience, I do believe that fear like any other emotion, stems from a purpose. It’s in our DNA to have fear as a way to protect ourselves. Over time that defense mechanism could have developed because of past experiences of feeling rejected, abandoned, criticized. The important thing is being able to weed out the real fears (the kind that can save your life) from the illogical and unnecessary ones (the ones that can ruin your life).

A lot of creative people have fears. Fears about their art being not good enough, not worthy, of being rejected. It’s the same kind of fears that I face when I create something. Or hopefully and more importantly after I create something.

Fear + creation = debilitation

Creativity – fear = Creation.

What I think Bernstein is talking about and what Martha Beck says in her February 2006 O magazine article below is that learning to deal, confront, have acceptance for your fears is what can render those fears powerless. They are always going to be there. It’s the way we respond to them that can change everything.

“Once we’re willing to confront our emotional suffering, we begin making choices based on attraction instead of aversion, love instead of fear. Where we used to think about what was “safe,” we now become interested in doing what seems right or fun or meaningful or ripe with possibilities.” – Martha Beck

I think what was so triggering for me about this topic is that I am a proponent of fear.

When I was in high school, I was extremely shy and introverted. But I tried out for our school play. I had just a small dancing part, but it was one of the best and most exciting experiences of my life.

As an introvert, the experience gave me butterflies in my stomach. Every night I put on my blue and white striped knit dress and tights, powdered my nose and lacquered on bright red lipstick to my lips. Ever night I told my play-mates how nervous I was. Except for that one night.

One night I was cool as a cucumber. Didn’t have a care in the world. The butterflies were gone. My palms were dry. My heart beating at a meditative level. You can guess what happened next. I messed up big time. Unfortunately it was the night a few local celebrities were watching in the crowd and it was the only night videotaped.

That was a big lesson for me.

I learned that when you have the right amount of adrenaline and fear in your system you’re more alive and present because you care.

Why Am I So Passionate About This?

I think fear can be your friend. I think fear can teach you about who you are right now and where you’d like to be in the future. I think fear is the brother of courage-you can’t have one without the other. I’m cautious about ridding myself and eliminating any emotion for the “fear” of it being repressed. A lot of the issues I see from others and myself stem from a denial or a lack of acknowledgment of negative emotion. When we can learn to embrace what we truly feel, when we can truly listen to what it is we’re feeling and accept it, we’ve essentially released the ghost and the power it has over us and over our lives.

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Good Idea Gone Bad

I was hesitant to post my latest painting. But it’s been awhile since I’ve had the time to do anything creative or crafty so I decided to show you what happens when a good painting goes bad.

Basically, I had a great idea to paint something for my office.

The pencil drawing actually came out better than I expected.

But that’s when I took a wrong turn.

Here’s a note for the future: Don’t paint when you’re tired!

My once not bad drawing came out squiggly and weird colored when I tried painting it with shaky tired hands.

I was going to toss it. But for now, it’s a good reminder about the importance of celebrating your inner creative muse despite its imperfections.

I’ve always had a beef with perfection. When I was a kid dreaming of being a copywriter one day, I wrote this as a jingle for a future commercial:

Imperfection can be beautiful.”

It was supposed to be a commercial on contact lenses.

But I digress.

I had such an issue with imperfection that I once tossed an art piece I did in elementary school. Like that crazy piano player on Sesame Street, Don Music, I would get frustrated when something I did wasn’t perfect.

Just goes to show how much things have changed.

It is now hanging up real nice next to a previous canvas that I did. Alls I can say is, next time I know better. But I’m grateful for the lesson in imperfection either way.

Ever have a painting that didn’t go exactly the way you planned? How about a project or an idea that you eventually gave the heave ho? 


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Ever Feel Creatively Called?

It kind of feels like a pull. A loud urgent desire to get something done. Sometimes it comes when I’m still and quiet and I hear the word, “Paint!” coming from deep within. Other times I’m biking while staring at the beautiful effortless architecture of a rose.

Usually, it happens when there’s not a tape recorder, camera or canvas in sight. So I pedal fast, memorize the phrase, capture the image, and pray that the lines of poetry, sparks of inspiration or visual of my next painting will stay long enough until I have the means to write it down or sketch it when I get home.

These days my infatuation has been roses. They are in full bloom now. And also there is something so enigmatic about them. In fact, their petals draw me in so much so that I have in the past been late for class because I could not resist sticking my nose in them, feeling the soft petals against my skin and inhaling their sweet scent.

I decided to buy myself some white roses at the farmer’s market this weekend and they have been a constant source of inspiration.

Here’s a close-up:

I also was inspired to paint using my new set of watercolors. This time I did it free-hand based on an image of a flower I noticed while biking.

Orange floral painting

Another shot:


What have you been creatively called to do lately?

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