tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80105241627499424282024-03-12T22:27:21.828-04:00all things creative....scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-67069100113620264902011-06-05T22:03:00.003-04:002011-06-05T23:27:12.928-04:00journey<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif"; color:black">Life-what an interesting journey. You just never know do you? You never know what curve balls might come your way, what blessings or challenges will find you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif"; color:black">This year, I turn fifty and I am very well aware that regardless of the plans I MAKE, God seems to have His own ideas. I rarely understand the path, but these days I do my best to accept it. Sometimes it takes years for me to really understand “the plan”, but eventually things become downright crystal clear. So I proceed, sans the road map and trust that it will all come together. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif"; color:black">Recently, I have begun work on a new project. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It started out slow. Yet the pieces seemed to fit, but I wanted more. Before I knew it, I realized that the concept I began with merely marked the first phase of “the big plan”. Before I knew it there were multiple phases. There was a plan, a way to get to the ultimate goal and guess what? It all made sense. Scary… ME? Linear? Me? A planner? Get out of here! Guess what? There is even a business plan!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif"; color:black">I am energized. It’s not just a new idea; it is the culmination of so much of my life experience. It pieces together so much of my life’s work and creates one viable honorable step forward in my life. I suddenly understand so much more of my life and why I have experienced the various avenues I have. This…will not be a job- it will be my vocation. It will allow me to offer the best of what I am, what I am yet to become and touch the very foundation of my dreams as well as my convictions. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif"; color:black">If I could share any message with you- it is to seek your path, but to be patient and listen. Sometimes it takes some time to get the message right, but when it happens; it is a calm and peaceful infusion of wonder into your very core. I wish for you that you find where you are meant to be, that you follow your journey, as scary as it can be at times, and you find the courage to make your own dreams come true. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif"; color:black">I look forward to sharing mine with you soon. </span></span></p>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-17303662262738496362011-05-18T08:19:00.006-04:002011-05-18T10:26:12.606-04:00Thank you- Mrs. Prescott.Mrs. Prescott was about the tiniest teacher I had ever known. I believe she weighed about 80lbs and perhaps stretched to about 4'10'' or so. She had big blond hair, I think she pushed it up high on her head to gain a little height. Her hands were tiny, almost doll like, I remember them moving quickly when she was demonstrating in the art room. For a little package this woman had a great deal of power. Mrs. Prescott had a thick accent. I will not insult her by venturing the origin of her home, only to say this sort of added to the mystique of this woman- a tiny little package with a big huge presence. Yep- you guessed it, I was afraid of her. <div><br /></div><div>She wasn't the touchy feely type that seemed to be common with my other art teachers. She was about getting it done, holding students accountable and working on the next project. She had much to teach and only a limited time to teach it. She wanted to impart as much as possible as quickly as possible- just so we could move on to the next topic. </div><div><br /></div><div>One of the subjects I took from Mrs. Prescott was ceramics. We were permitted to throw on the wheel as well as hand build. There were limited wheels, so I found myself really excited about hand building. This was a foundational course, however, it truly changed my life, my spirit. I owe much to Mrs. Prescott. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was still trying to "find" myself in high school. I knew I loved art, being in the art room, music - singing especially (and guitar) and also, I enjoyed writing. Art was exciting to me, it was a way to express myself- I hadn't really developed a style as yet, but I loved playing with any media I could get my hands on. However in those days I was very much about pleasing my teachers and contemporaries. If they did not see value in what I was doing I would scrap it. I needed the constant feedback or I was pretty sure what I was doing was worthless. </div><div><br /></div><div>Enter Mrs. Prescott. Miss- no mincing words or beating about the bush. She was direct and didn't really take time to pad her constructive criticism. She just put it all out there. Let the chips fall wherever they may. To someone like me, well, let's just say I didn't always handle that well. Typically I internalized it- but you know, it deeply affected me. Without sounding like a total wimp- I was afraid of her. I generally did what I was told and did not jump out of the box very often. (it was too scary!)</div><div><br /></div><div>I really enjoyed hand building clay. In fact- that has been historically true throughout my entire life. It is so much more satisfying to me then throwing on a wheel. (<i>please note the irony here as when I draw I nearly always draw inside of a circle- go figure!</i>) It was my senior year and I was working on a few pieces for my portfolio- ( I wanted to have art as a major so I had to produce my "best" to present as sort of a final exam) when I asked the lovely Mrs. Prescott if I could make clay "balls". <i>these were the precursor to my storybowls (tm) </i>First, the fact that I actually asked and came up with what I thought was an original idea, was sort of stunning, secondly the hope that I anticipated that she'd think it was a great idea was perhaps naive. Mrs. Prescott stood there for a moment, with her arms crossed sort of pondering my question, and her response? "Susan, you can't do that- it won't work- it is just too difficult for you."</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">BAM!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I was devastated. I felt like I should crawl inside my box and stay there never to show my face again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then... something changed, something happened- a little voice in me said, "Oh yeah? well WATCH ME!" </div><div><br /></div><div>And for me- a little bit of a back bone started to grow. </div><div><br /></div><div>Guess what? I not only created one, but three "clay spheres". Guess what else? Mrs. Prescott herself helped me create a glaze that would compliment and show the great detail in each of the pieces. They looked professional and down right fun, I must say. Guess what else? I went on to win some competitions with them- New York state Student art -. It was an amazing triumphant moment for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Mrs. Prescott- for sort of bating me into doing what you knew I could do, but didn't have the confidence to do. Thank you for making me get just a little upset with you in order to prove you wrong. Thank you for your no nonsense manner- your way of lifting me up without coddling me. You made a huge difference in my life, my art, my spirit. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-51353263161668504772011-05-16T20:19:00.006-04:002011-05-16T23:16:18.606-04:00lessons learned<span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRc8a2cvEmx0aS8Pk6fgObMitiRSnxVx-dBx0PENaZUqLl-pxVUpw&t=1" />I feel like we keep learning lessons until we really understand them- until we really absorb what they are meant to teach us. Well, I am here to announce that I have learned a little more of what my lessons had to teach me. It wasn't a huge revelation really, no star in the East, no billboard, but clearly it was a lesson I was meant to learn, today, right now. Maybe I am just finally ready. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have spent quite a bit of time waiting, waiting for the time to be right for this goal or that goal. It is certainly not that I was not willing to work for it. I have spent a great deal of time working, pondering, researching, discovering and (fill in the blank) toward my goals, my dreams. I think perhaps I might have even over planned just a bit. Perhaps I was really waiting for my children to be all grown up and on their own, or to "feel" like it was the appointed time, or perhaps I really was waiting for the star in the East to show me the way. I didn't mean to self defeat, but sort of like the child who was too timid to jump in the pool for fear of the cold water, I have been a little timid when it comes to jumping into the pool of successful dreams.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Last night, I continued working on a mixed media piece. <span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Insert background part of the story here: </i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >You see in my mind I already took a risk with this piece, I invested a full sheet of Arches 300lb watercolor paper. </span></span><img src="http://www.danielsmith.com/ProductImages/Large/76108b.jpg" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > MY FAVORITE for nearly anything I do in the two-d world. This stuff is amazing and you can do anything on it. However, because I feel like it is so amazing, I usually am quite positive of what I am using it for when I begin the piece. I do NOT take this stuff for granted, it is for "the good stuff". When I began the piece, I hadn't worked in a long time. This tends to be an issue for me. I feel stuck- I even convince myself that I have "lost all my talent" (sorry God) (insert disclaimer here- now the image above is merely for representation purposes, I buy Arches by the sheet- the full sheet 22"x 30"- it is AMAZING!) </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now Back to the thought at hand- </span> This</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: small; "> is a piece I began while away with my sister, and her family. We were in the Adirondack mountains. The piece sort of took on a familiar tone to the setting in which we spent that lovely chilly week. Wanting to capture that peace, that heart, I began working. My work tends to be a bit unique.... some might even say bipolar. I love loose inference, and also incredible detail. This peace as a mixed media piece, with more representational aspects. Collage, watercolor, acrylic, inks, more collage, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;">Cran d'Ache and colored pencil all began to bring the piece alive. Last night- I worked a little more. I felt stuck, I felt frustrated, I felt talentless. I wanted the piece to shine, but instead of the spirit of the piece, I focused on my inadequacies. That was one of my biggest mistakes. Another might have been expecting more than the moment was giving. I find that when I just let it be- when I just let the art wash over me- it goes much better. I approach the piece with whatever it has to offer. I generally have no expectations, and it is exciting, enticing to experience the result. My "best" art is unselfish art. It is art that has a soul of it's own, it breathes because it is supposed to- I feel like I am merely the facilitator, nothing more. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;">Yesterday was different. My insecurities focused on me. It should have been the art- the process- the gift. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; ">You know what it comes down to? fear. I stopped myself, I got in my own way. Honestly, it seems I was afraid to invest all of me because I might just get hurt. I might fall short of what was in my head. The piece I envisioned might not be the piece that was revealed. It seems in the end, I got hurt anyway. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; ">I thought about the process all day. What I experienced, what I felt, and what I was going to do about it. I find art, and my life journey so interesting. It's not that I have only just learned that fear can be self defeating, I think I learn and relearn. Each time I relearn, I strip away another layer of fear toward the hope of more success. Beautiful art, or maybe just something good, honest and hopeful. To me, that is true success. A piece that I allow myself to be vulnerable, open, honest. A piece that reflects a moment, a feeling, a sentiment... a piece that is real-</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; ">so.... I wish you that real moment, that fearless moment, where you are vulnerable, fearless and able to take the risk. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; ">Forgive me, but it's time to get back to work. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><br /></span></span></div>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-68141615953008819202011-05-03T08:34:00.006-04:002011-05-03T13:02:58.297-04:00Treasure this moment, be here nowOkay.... so clearly I have been remiss in my blogging. The winter of my mind (and world) began too early and then kidnapped what should have been a joyful spring. In the last week or so, the ice seemed to melt away. The hope of the Easter sunrise warmed my senses and awakened my goals. So, if you have been patient with me, I have returned- and commit to writing and growing along with you. I thank you and am grateful for your patience. <div><br /></div><div>Today is a new day (rain and all!) I am here, I am present, I celebrate this moment. <div><br /></div><div>I think so often in life we set our goals for something far off in the future. We want a larger house, a better job, an amazing trip, a fancy car, a------------- fill in the blank. What about what we DO have? We - (and right now I am speaking of me, but somehow suspect there might be another soul or two that share my journey)- have homes, cars, stuff.... but do we appreciate what we have? </div><div><br /></div><div>As I look out the window, it is raining, again... for what feels like the four millionth day in a row. So I ask myself... what am I grateful for? I am grateful that I have a home, to protect me from the rain, that allows me as well as my family shelter from the weather. I am grateful that the grass has turned that deep rich spring green- you know that color of hope, of promise? I am grateful that I have a job that allows me to provide my family with health insurance- (I know many cannot say they share that privilege with me.) I am grateful that my family is relatively happy, healthy and genuinely cares for one another. I am grateful that God has given me talents, talents in which I believe are the seed to possibility- it seems to be in the simple act of being grateful for those talents that I realize there is and can be more. I am grateful for my little town, for sidewalks, for community, for friendships. I am grateful for the simple things, being able to read a book, take a hot shower, and cook a meal for my family that will be appreciated (most of the time). I am really grateful (in a giddy voice) for the lovely woman who shared a 20% off coupon last night when I was buying my son a tux. See? the little things really do matter. I am grateful for the spring flowers in my garden that have been kissed by the rain, they look adorned with jewels.... for me this is a symbol of hope, of new beginnings, of the earth waking.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>So- with all of my ramblings, I realize that while I have goals, wants and even needs.... for me, today it is about this moment. It is about the fact that I have much to be grateful for. It is in this gratitude that I find a wealth of energy to make the next moment a step toward my personal and professional goals. As I sit here and type this, I find myself enchanted with this feeling, and confident of the outcome. </div><div><br /></div><div>So that said... find your gratitude.... treasure this moment, be here now. </div><div>Susan</div>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-48678243366529399712010-10-15T10:08:00.004-04:002010-10-15T10:57:17.901-04:00Water...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq8dkexaEdbVkZ6iOw4146WaFqepTP1Z-TP1SO0pSjplkYZ2LihZefwbz3W9p3bAE5Y6a7PVUvSeFp-MSfwXvdIdv4yZwyZMiTBhqHEXTiHdVCFrfzLWs2KlAROtxBuYnF6ijEyv-Yw78/s1600/watertex_md.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq8dkexaEdbVkZ6iOw4146WaFqepTP1Z-TP1SO0pSjplkYZ2LihZefwbz3W9p3bAE5Y6a7PVUvSeFp-MSfwXvdIdv4yZwyZMiTBhqHEXTiHdVCFrfzLWs2KlAROtxBuYnF6ijEyv-Yw78/s200/watertex_md.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528282825173830658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMAoTSY77H-vHVf_4HIIs_lETf-YWwMFetN-qICo8ts6wRAbk86VVMODl3JXrguG7pH-LynOGHaKpTbA4gtBmxYMnKX3cMYaM20oilbaF-vgrtyyqgVznsB8W3wkW9KQLJTZ-d64yjPw/s1600/Niagara+Falls.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br /><div>I am taking a step aside from design, art, and even introspection to discuss something well, basic- water. Today is Blog Action Day-( http://blogactionday.change.org/) and bloggers everywhere have been requested to put something in their blogs about- you guessed it! Water.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is something that most of us take for granted because frankly it is readily available to us. What if you didn't live in the United States- where we indulge in and take for granted this precious resource. Here are some facts and figures that might be of interest- </div><li>3.575 million people die each year from water-related disease. </li><li class="galleryfact">The water and sanitation crisis claims more lives through disease than any war claims through guns.</li><li>Poor people living in the slums often pay 5-10 times more per liter of water than wealthy people living in the same city.</li>An American taking a five-minute shower uses more water than a typical person in a developing country slum uses in a whole day.<div><br /></div><div>It seems to be true that the water in the Roman Empire was actually safer for us then all we have with our water filters and technology. It seems we unconsciously use this resource and squander it. In my house I yell up the stairs "safe some water for the fish!" when my children are in the shower a little too long. Today my perspective has changed- today I realize that this resource is literally dripping through our fingers- we are giving away our future by our indulgences and not taking care of our fellow human. Water is a basic need that should be available to all... </div><div><br /></div><div>Lack of available pure water kills more people then guns and bombs- think about it. Save some water for your fellow human- </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><u><div id="change_BottomBar"><span id="change_Powered">Change.org</span><a>|</a><span id="change_Start">Start <a href="http://www.change.org/petition" target="_blank">Petition</a></span></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.change.org/widgets/content/petition_scroller_js?width=200&causes=all&color=00B1FF&partner=1654-164"></script></u></span><br /><div><div><br /></div><div><br /> <div><br /></div></div></div></div>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-33309912099588919602010-10-05T13:50:00.002-04:002010-10-05T13:54:20.023-04:00slackerwell.... I am quite the slacker it seems. I haven't visited my own blog in a month... pretty sad. I think I have allowed too many things to get in my own way. So my message today is simple, yet not really unique. If you have stuff in your life that is clogging up your creativity, your success.... GET RID OF IT.<div><br /></div><div>Perhaps it is self doubt, or clutter, or fear- whatever it is, you deserve more. I assure you- You were meant to mark this world in some wonderful and unique way. So do it. Stop holding back, don't be afraid. What is the worst possible thing that could happen? You won't have total success? you will learn and grow... and ultimately do it better next time? That doesn't seem so bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>So... take out the garbage my friend, no more room in slackerville - touch the stars... they hang just for you.</div><div>blessings, </div><div>Susan</div>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-39694373464252153722010-09-05T22:11:00.004-04:002010-10-05T13:50:04.279-04:00Just jump!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98Ti0oM6d_BurfJHr7UQxo9V54fF-SEDbK4emov9Vn5DYdANz_qqPEd_uLCH2hfDKYzElk4WtgZklfMXOYWMPiq81Px86-mXlmWv1TmWbEDXN1lYpzgkVFkYrBWhcVvefdrLF_vtOjDU/s1600/100_2886.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98Ti0oM6d_BurfJHr7UQxo9V54fF-SEDbK4emov9Vn5DYdANz_qqPEd_uLCH2hfDKYzElk4WtgZklfMXOYWMPiq81Px86-mXlmWv1TmWbEDXN1lYpzgkVFkYrBWhcVvefdrLF_vtOjDU/s200/100_2886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513621464723554690" /></a>Well, I cannot say I have exactly been the world traveler this summer. I love to travel, but it wasn't in the cards for a variety of reasons. The last few weeks however, I have been to the wonder known as Niagara Falls twice. Go figure! Now, before you get excited, I live a mere 90 miles from the lovely Rainbow Boulevard in Niagara Falls, New York. The trip is quite doable, just to pop up to see the colors on the falls, and be deafened by the power of the water. <div><br /></div><div>During those trips... I have learned some significant lessons. One of which is to upload your precious photos and NOT mess with the settings on your digital camera while taking more photos. I lost a mere 1100 photos to that process. That lesson was painful. Very painful! I don't think many of the replacement photos were all that wonderful, but I sure do appreciate a successful photo now. (I am learning to place them on my hard drive as soon as possible. )</div><div><br /></div><div>The other lesson I learned... is that life is in the moment. Which is NOT to say... do not think about the future, but it is to say, appreciate the here and now. Taste every flavor available to you right this very moment. </div><div><br /></div><div>So... that said. I am in exploratory mode. It's amazing. My camera has become my best friend... my vision has increased ten fold since exploring with my camera. I see things differently through the lens. All the lessons I have learned about life, about art, about photography are all coming together. I breathe... think and see imagery in a totally different way. It's wonderful, passionate. I am blessed. </div><div><br /></div><div>The theme of this blog is about breathing... about doing. I have to tell you that listening to the power of that water flying at incredible speeds is exhilarating.... it reminds me of how much power is in something so simple. So... i believe it is time, to get moving... to breathe, to flow like Niagara falls... good luck. </div><div><br /></div>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-5407832755759852142010-08-13T21:26:00.010-04:002010-08-13T23:13:34.299-04:00I dare you...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDzCthQtvCBZ1QS0EKOPNh3_cDloA-0iEU4XlbHo34rTjT2PjnhWgFNwszC9aMxeOPd01LwdQjxPvZ0vHa1A3WZO2_dXoqkfLLc6XEc-wW09TNI9VwZCBdYT8-kVsC6RDYoOyFWZeEBbs/s1600/100_1475.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDzCthQtvCBZ1QS0EKOPNh3_cDloA-0iEU4XlbHo34rTjT2PjnhWgFNwszC9aMxeOPd01LwdQjxPvZ0vHa1A3WZO2_dXoqkfLLc6XEc-wW09TNI9VwZCBdYT8-kVsC6RDYoOyFWZeEBbs/s200/100_1475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505098143322378434" /></a><br />This week has been an interesting one. I have been faced with failure, sadness as well as success. I have been inspired and exhilarated, as well as discouraged... There have been really positive moments, amazing gifts of creativity and a deep sense of helplessness at times. lucky for me, tonight? I feel blessed, I feel gifted... and I hope you do too. <div><br /></div><div>I think that we are the sum of our experiences. I also think that each of those experiences regardless of it's negative or positive origin have something to teach us. So here I am. I am knee deep in learning, growing and pushing beyond who I am. It's not easy, but somehow I think that it is the right place for me to be. Artistically I have had some defining moments this week, personally I have found that even in the deepest sadness comes the opportunity for joy and gratitude. So here I am. Swimming in a sea of challenges and mountains to climb, somehow finding the strength to do both. </div><div><br /></div><div>One of the things that seems to sustain me.. are my favorite places. Walks by the lake, sitting in an old cemetery taking photos of "angels unaware", the touch of a loved one, the spirit of a baby's laugh. Each takes me to places I did not expect. Each makes the sadness seem to melt away, each inspires. I think the thing about this simple observation is that there are many "favorite places." They needn't include the big mouse house in Florida, or Hawaii... they need to be that place where you look for and seek your peace, find your bliss and become more than you were a moment before. </div><div><br /></div><div>My lesson for you? notice the little things, the way the sand glistens in the sun, the sound of the water rushing over the surf, he clarity of a photo taken twenty years earlier... the brightness of the sparkle in your loved one's eye... notice. I dare you. It will change your life.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-37428510710839822912010-07-15T19:36:00.002-04:002010-07-15T19:41:37.594-04:00No explanation needed....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tuI1Jma76c0NvdAjZs549HdLSVn3Byrbj7BSHnHs_1bsnmFNWaXqoJXVtZta3dGsy7wX0xuzw2MmVCGcoFIY1l6I9DtjaYdPxoi9ZAPcyyGDnsTpsMnsOvWjqZWUwyBzUieHXrdrWT4/s1600/100_3084.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tuI1Jma76c0NvdAjZs549HdLSVn3Byrbj7BSHnHs_1bsnmFNWaXqoJXVtZta3dGsy7wX0xuzw2MmVCGcoFIY1l6I9DtjaYdPxoi9ZAPcyyGDnsTpsMnsOvWjqZWUwyBzUieHXrdrWT4/s200/100_3084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494281907547575458" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">"Don't ask yourself what the world needs; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">ask yourself what makes you come alive. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">And then go and do that. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">(Harold Whitman)</span></div>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-66351082599313145492010-07-15T08:23:00.004-04:002010-07-15T09:31:22.992-04:00no hesitation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6o58BWrH3gGLs0kQ6KeY2Z54hx9YDqykue4l58Nkn9esMoTHh2GehMoDboy7vyiG7qPJihtJjMJeGOOkKk1eS7DoJjprypaqt0aof9Y1gCSxZ5UGkv1RCik371nJMDuCME-CGvZiJQtw/s1600/101_0050.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6o58BWrH3gGLs0kQ6KeY2Z54hx9YDqykue4l58Nkn9esMoTHh2GehMoDboy7vyiG7qPJihtJjMJeGOOkKk1eS7DoJjprypaqt0aof9Y1gCSxZ5UGkv1RCik371nJMDuCME-CGvZiJQtw/s200/101_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494108324030737474" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;color:black;">Nike has created a phrase that now rings in each of our heads, “just do it" - Most of us think that phrase is rather well, quaint. Is this merely an advertising slogan, or is it an invitation to life?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman"font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;color:black;">I have spent much time in life trying to decide "what I want to be when I grow up." I think that I am guilty just as many are of hesitation, of worrying that I won't choose the right thing. Perhaps I fear that somehow I cannot read my own heart and I will somehow fall short of what I imagine my goals to be. Possibly my hesitation is rooted in the reaction of others. I spend far too much time asking for permission or opinions on my next "move in life". <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;color:black;">I think when it is all boiled down, it is time to just pick up the apple and take a big bite! If you get some seeds or a bad spot, work with that! If it is sweet and delicious- bite again! Cut it up and make a pie! Make applesauce! Do what YOU need to do. Make it YOUR own-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;color:black;">No hesitation- just DO it!<o:p></o:p></span></p>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-20298513377384086332010-06-23T07:20:00.003-04:002010-06-23T07:32:39.410-04:00Inspired<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZn32Z_-Ui3PCefaeBG1MLdV8v_muJTCYcWt0pahq4KQHKMSpYnAas11v129eGC3HGd_adpOB6-PXmOL86UwJZwcHsoRn0CeL_wScpJGQu2c30seLzmLwwabKhZSjIcgGKyMOg2t6dWgY/s1600/inspiration+point.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZn32Z_-Ui3PCefaeBG1MLdV8v_muJTCYcWt0pahq4KQHKMSpYnAas11v129eGC3HGd_adpOB6-PXmOL86UwJZwcHsoRn0CeL_wScpJGQu2c30seLzmLwwabKhZSjIcgGKyMOg2t6dWgY/s200/inspiration+point.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485930400988528594" /></a><br />I woke up this morning, much too tired to function- too many things on my mind seemed to prevent the ability to really relax last night and sleep. Not just close my eyes, but indeed rest. There are people I love in pain, and enduring great difficulties, that always weighs heavily on me. These are the times I find it easiest to be discouraged, to be sad... yet- today, for whatever reason, I feel INSPIRED! <br /><br />I feel like change is in the wind, that there are great possibilities everywhere and I am merely to notice them to take advantage of them. I suppose they are always there, but today in my foggy state, I have to say I feel pretty blessed to have noticed. It's there! I am telling you... whatever you want to do, whatever you want to be- I know it is there for you- here's the trick- YOU have to NOTICE- YOU have to RISK- YOU have to DARE to be whatever you were meant to be. Find inspiration from everything around you- even it if it is "woah.... I don't EVER want to be THERE!" <br /><br />In the darkest times, the light is the brightest- I promise you it's true. So if it is dark right now, where you are? Seek the light- you might have to put on sunglasses- but it IS there! Seek the light, follow the dream and make it happen. <br />Don’t just be.... Be INSPIRED!scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-28825684670038886722010-06-09T08:06:00.003-04:002010-06-09T08:18:03.783-04:00one leaf<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5Qyx2EC2MOhg0rElKJT2dRyA4ljyOkybcswPnpB1aZPM1YFYFKUE3KY7b5ixrAZu5XR9Rp-kZp26QD5Itk2GKk_Z2GFfZH61njnDmlOlebFybaBHuV0DWeGzpBSrn1kYgJegLFzzWrc/s1600/red+leaf.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5Qyx2EC2MOhg0rElKJT2dRyA4ljyOkybcswPnpB1aZPM1YFYFKUE3KY7b5ixrAZu5XR9Rp-kZp26QD5Itk2GKk_Z2GFfZH61njnDmlOlebFybaBHuV0DWeGzpBSrn1kYgJegLFzzWrc/s200/red+leaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480746975889278274" /></a><br />It seems that the things in life that matter most are the simple things. Recently I have begun to take a very critical eye of the possessions I am willing to hold onto for dear life. Suddenly things don’t seem to mean all that much to me. I used to blame my packratness on being sentimental. I don’t think that is fair, I think to be brutally honest it has more to do with my insecurities or need to validate. The older I get though, the more I understand that keeping up with the Jones (even though I fooled myself into thinking that I would NEVER do that) is slowly killing me. So it’s that concept that makes me want to take a new turn. <br /> <br />The things I treasure most have always been surrounded in simplicity. I remember a few years ago taking hundreds of pictures while hiking through a park with my husband on a crisp autumn morning. My prize for that day was a photo of a red leaf decorated with diamonds of ice crystals lying on the beach, glistening in the sun. That single image was the gift of the day- it culminated the hours we spent in the park, it was the glory of the hundreds of photos I had taken. That single simple leaf was a gift of beauty. <br /> <br />This lesson, I apparently need to keep relearning that for me, and I’d suggest for most of us, it is about that solitary leaf, NOT the entire forest. It is the deeper meaning, not the keeping so busy or having so many things that we completely miss that gift. <br /><br />So again- today, my goal is to slow down- and maybe get rid of the “stuff” that is preventing me from embracing how blessed I am- breathe and find the simplicity.scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-26098088484996497312010-06-07T22:07:00.005-04:002010-06-07T22:16:22.769-04:00Creative<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSkDmF66Dc0ABD_EEDzRuhYlYawymOfk2LVixvxuK7HIk1I9ozIOKC4TK8FYb3WTC4zHLrYGmvwoqTrZ_fBxPAVgtzU0sZVnzWtB0NXif6zKkh0g5l9W1DYoFAqqreaBox_YHvyc9D8jA/s1600/creativity-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSkDmF66Dc0ABD_EEDzRuhYlYawymOfk2LVixvxuK7HIk1I9ozIOKC4TK8FYb3WTC4zHLrYGmvwoqTrZ_fBxPAVgtzU0sZVnzWtB0NXif6zKkh0g5l9W1DYoFAqqreaBox_YHvyc9D8jA/s320/creativity-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480219435797003106" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Creative<br /><br /><br />When you t-y-p-e in the word “creative” Google blesses you with Four-hundred twenty-seven million results. (that isn’t just a LITTLE overwhelming, is it?)<br />Webster lists creativity as crea•tive (krē āt′iv)<br /><br />Adjective<br /><br />1. creating or able to create<br />2. having or showing imagination and artistic or intellectual inventiveness: creative writing<br />3. stimulating the imagination and inventive powers: creative toys<br />4. imaginatively or inventively deceptive: creative accounting<br /><br />I suggest that creative/creativity is much more. Creativity is an invitation to each of us. To explore in any mode possible, regardless of how you express yourself- you have the opportunity; indeed the charge to be creative; to think about how to break the bonds of the “box” that we all seem far too willing to dwell in and really live fully. You do NOT need to be a professional or “profound” artist. You need to be a human being. (and no cracks about not being able to draw a straight line- psst- That is why they make rulers!) Creativity isn’t just a gift; it is a way of life.<br /><br />Creativity breathes when you carefully create dinner out of two days of leftovers and your family thinks you have been cooking for hours, creativity allows you to see opportunity to take that dirt pile and make it into a flowering garden gifting the neighborhood. Creativity is the doodle that your father always makes on the paper table cloth in child friendly restaurants. You know the one that connects your present day to memories of the thirty five years ago when you were a little human- it’s not just a duck, it’s a connection, a bond… part of your life. Creativity is the bow you tie in your daughter’s hair, or the sculpture that is created out of found objects. It is in the pocket of a negotiator as he encourages two sides to create a more peaceful relationship, or the stylist who discovers her client’s new identity by shedding some of the hair once hid beneath. Creativity is everywhere, in every one.<br /><br />The thing about creativity is that we allow and perhaps even invite too many other things to get in the way. We THINK we want all this "stuff" and then find it usually just gets in the way. I am not certain if this is out of fear (of success or failure) or perhaps it is just we do not see the direct connection between living the fullest and hiding safely beneath the clutter of life. My studio at the present moment in time is well, let’s just admit it, a total disaster! I dream of having the neat and tidy studio, with a labeled place for everything and everything in its place. You know beautiful working surfaces, and lots of opportunities to do nearly any kind of work I could ever dream of, with art supplies that are arranged like a piece of installation art.<br /><br />Instead my studio is a metaphor for where I am in life, cluttered yet hopeful with countless possibilities! (if I would allow myself to take just one step at a time) So, this week is about creating a space where the ideas that have been swimming in my head can grow and bloom. One step at a time- I aim to purge, donate, and organize! I will NOT allow the clutter in my dedicated space to become an excuse to not live fully! I am excited and a little nervous about the possibility, but I know, fully know that this will allow ME to bloom and whatever comes next, will be perhaps unfamiliar, but an exciting part of the journey.<br /><br />So consider this an invitation- what can YOU do to inspire more creativity in your precious life and those around you-<br /><br />I’ll let you know how things go-<br />Be well, do good work & keep in touch<br />SusanscdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010524162749942428.post-59807501897385024502010-06-03T08:14:00.001-04:002010-06-03T08:41:34.766-04:00Good Morning, World!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLko-Ss6MxTZycjg_I9WVYHUH9YOayDyjt47tBttZrp834o9OfwIEYC9kpSwDUVkloHS4ssoh6qrpEcEpml7PMwqKXdIJaimmwSm1CqaqaGOPsL6YmnIcoH6Jv8snhuf8su6_1c7jMk0s/s1600/Bionic+eye.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLko-Ss6MxTZycjg_I9WVYHUH9YOayDyjt47tBttZrp834o9OfwIEYC9kpSwDUVkloHS4ssoh6qrpEcEpml7PMwqKXdIJaimmwSm1CqaqaGOPsL6YmnIcoH6Jv8snhuf8su6_1c7jMk0s/s320/Bionic+eye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478526521822686930" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;color:black;">I say this, not at all because the time of day I happen to be writing this is in fact, morning, but because I feel like this is the morning of a new life for me. In my forty-eight years of living I have walked many paths, seen and learned many things. Each one of those experiences regardless if they have been negative or positive has made me who I am today. Now the interesting thing is, assembling each of those experiences and creating a new path, an new venture.... so... here goes! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">I am many things in life; spouse, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, friend, artist, …more- each relationship has affected me profoundly regardless if it is a personal relationship, professional or a relationship with the world around me. The exciting thing is that the culmination of these things flow through my veins to create the person I have become, and definitely influences the artist I am. Art- and all facets of art are what this blog will become about. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">I invite you to share the journey with me….let's see where we go from here!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">Good morning!<o:p></o:p></span></p></span>scdCREATIVEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12727605203209102934noreply@blogger.com