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Rebuilding a Habit

It would be nice to think that once we’ve established a habit, we’ve established it forever. Start walking before dinner in September 2008 and you’ll be doing it well past 2098 no problem. Turns out that’s not the case.  Habits are a bit more delicate for longer than we think. It’s the difference, in some respects, between drying and curing. Something can be dry to the touch but that doesn’t mean it’s rock hard underneath.  Habits are similar.  I have lost my dry-to-the-touch (and apparently not cured) morning sketching habit.  It’s disappointing to wake up one morning and realize the...

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Transitions and Patience

Have you heard the myth...that artists thrive in chaos?  I’ve only ever found chaos in direct opposition to work.  I work best in calm. Quiet. Structure. I need to trust that I can get to sleep at night and will have social recovery time between events. I need to have cooked good food and spent quality time with my partner. I need to have finished my client work and had a consistent intake of water.  I need a lot to be able to give painting focus. Covid has made that so clear. And once seen, I am unable to unsee...

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Spring Forward: Looking Back at the Series

Spring Forward is finished. And what a joy to have worked in this way. Today I want to talk about the goals initially and then how close (or far) I feel I got to hitting them. Plus just some take home lessons going forward.    I had clear goals headed into the series...and I’m so glad I did. Again and again the clear goals saved me from myself.      Intent:  Create 7-15 floral paintings with the goal to capture some of the contrasts of spring through dark darks and bright greens. Focus on the chunky puzzle style.  Color:  I...

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If you've heard random cries of glee lately, it's the floral painters in your local area. Because it's spring. And spring means ALL THE FLOWERS.I’ve spent the last two Mondays at peony fields about an hour south of where I live. I have to hold myself back from doing a reenactment of Maria running through the fields a la the Sound of Music. The excitement is overwhelming. This is probably how Christmas felt to my 7-year-old self.   But once I calm down, apply sunscreen like an adult, pet the farm cat, I head out into the fields to immerse...

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When I Say Spring...What Comes to Mind?

For me, it’s the smell of daffodils and the rain. It’s that wall of bruised blue sky that meets the horizon and there, a blazing bright green. We’ve emerged from an endless grey to a season bursting with drama.  Reference from WildRootFloral, Title TBD After a long winter (and this year was indeed long) that contrast makes you feel like you’re taking your first breath back into the world again. You don't even mind the impromptu rain showers because they are somehow glittering with sunlight. And from the ground where yesterday there was only mud, today a field of bright purples...

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