by June | Jul 24, 2018 | Blogposts
I’ve just returned from an art workshop with artist Madeleine Durham where I had lots of fun making Modern Paste Papers following Madeleine’s oh-so-creative technique using some remarkable Japanese papers. It looked so easy! But, it wasn’t. Even though I had fun, I couldn’t ‘get it’. And then, in the final twenty minutes of the workshop, I came close to Madeleine’s technique. But, the workshop was over and it was time to pack up.
Now I’m home and when the schedule clears a bit, in the tradition of W.E. Hickson (who popularized the proverb: “‘Tis a lesson you should heed: Try, try, try again. If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try again”), I’m going to “try, try, try again.”
In the meantime, I’ve hung some of the papers I made, the Studio, to give me ideas about colour, design and paper selection.
* Will I … use the ever-reliable Arches Text-Wove or will I … use some of the wonderfully versatile and lightweight Washi (wa= japanese; shi = paper) Japanese papers that Linda of Washi Arts brought?
* Will I … stick with my favourite colours of blues/turquoise/purple/deep burgundy or will I … experiment with colours that are anything-but my favourites? * Will I … focus on the selection of pattern or will I … just let things happen?
Life is a little bit like that. There are questions with each dilemma we face and often the presenting question is … “Will I … ?” There is freedom in that question for me … freedom in considering the options … freedom in choosing one of the options … freedom in making a decision … freedom in following a certain path.
Summer is a great time to think and plan and while I haven’t made a decision about any of the options yet, before the summer ends … I will!
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Paste Paper Artist: Madeleine Durham
https://www.facebook.com/madeleinedurhampastepapers/
Washi Paper Artist: Linda of Washi Arts
https://www.washiarts.com/
by June | Jul 21, 2018 | Blogposts
She was a child who loved to create! Colours in her paintings, unusual shapes in her designs, squiggles on paper that became flowers and patterns and who-knows-what in her young imaginative mind, brought her great delight and satisfaction.
But when her teacher didn’t “see” what the child saw and said “Why can’t you colour within the lines? Why can’t you do the assignment as I gave it to you?”, that all came to an end. The little child interpreted those comments that she was a failure and carried that feeling with her throughout her adult life. She hardly ever uttered the words “I’ll try.” And if she did try, it was always stated as “I’ll try, but …”
One day at coffee during a workshop I was facilitating, Elspeth began to explain her frustration telling me that she was not creative, she could not draw or paint, she had no artistic ability, and she was going to leave the workshop. “I’m such a failure!” she said, staring at the blank sheet of paper, unable to put any mark on the sheet of paper in front of her. Failure? Not in my eyes. But in her eyes, yes, failure.
Elspeth was not looking at her work that day through the eyes of the happy little girl of long ago who took a pattern and played with it using paints and crayons and coloured pencils and her creative imagination. In her creatively extended pattern beyond-the-shapes’-boundaries, she was anything-but-a-failure. When Elspeth grew up and remembered her childhood teacher’s comments, her spirit was stifled. For decades, she saw herself as a failure, not just in artistic endeavours, but in many areas of her life.
As we chatted, she began to realize that a comment made long ago had crippled her adult self-image. Right then and there, she made a conscious decision to no longer give her power away to that memory and she decided to remain in the workshop. Before she knew it, she was creating incredible pieces of marbled paper which she later turned into envelopes, greeting cards and wrapping paper. “I didn’t know I could do anything like that” she said with a big smile as she left that day. “But I can! And I will!” And, she has!
How often do we let the negative words of the past flood our present and restrict our creativity? How often do we allow others or memories of the past have power over us? How often do we put limits on ourselves and don’t risk, don’t travel, don’t take workshops, don’t step out of our comfort zone and try something new. We’ve all done it at one time or some way or another. There are places I have not travelled – yet. There are books I have not read – yet. There are dreams I have not realized – yet. There are things in the technology world I cannot do – yet. There are crafts and skills I cannot do – yet.
One thing I know … I won’t let negative thoughts, memories, people stop or limit my forays into learning and growing. So, this weekend, I’m off to learn a new Paste Paper technique … removing another thing on my “Yet-List.”
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by June | Jun 10, 2018 | Blogposts
A bedtime story … about a Frog Hat. It’s a true story and I thought it would be fun to share it ’cause there is so much happening in the world that seems to be robbing people of fun-moments. So – on to the story.
Every spring, my husband Hans and I would go to an art retreat for a few days. Everyone brings art supplies/books they no longer use/want and/or artistic creations they’ve made, etc. which are then raffled off and won by successful bidders. Each year, the Frog Hat is hidden in one of the items and the successful bidder of the object becomes the new owner of the Frog Hat for the coming year – whether they want to or not! <g> Then, at the next art retreat, they must hide the hat so that someone else becomes its unsuspecting owner.
One year, my name was drawn for an item I had hoped to get and inside it – was the Frog Hat! Hans looked sooooo great in it, I encouraged him to share it with me for the year. And, he did. He wore it the rest of the art retreat weekend. It was a fun weekend! He wore it to our son and daughter in law’s wedding when he gave his speech to the couple (he was the groom’s Best Man <g>).
During his speech about the importance of ‘play’ and laughter in a marriage, Hans told the story of the Frog Hat and at the end, gave the bride and groom a Minnie Mouse bridal veil and Mickey Mouse groom’s hat we couldn’t resist purchasing for them while in Disneyland to remind them of the importance of building in moments of play and laughter into their marriage. It was such a fun wedding! Then he wore it at our local Farmer’s Market as part of his ‘sandwich-board’ costume he wore to tell people that his art group was sponsoring an Art Sale just down the street that day. More fun!
And then – then we had to think of something to hide the Frog Hat next year’s art retreat. And, we did! Hans built a little bird house and under the fake flooring, he placed the Frog Hat. Our final bit of fun with the Frog Hat came when no one – not a single person! – figured out which item was concealing the hat that year. We had fooled everyone. 🙂 Fun – not just one moment but lots of moments of fun … and all because of a Frog Hat.
by June | May 21, 2018 | Blogposts
a drive down a road not travelled
a chair by the river called and spoke
gaze ponder exhale write sketch feel believe
inhale peace
blessed moment
oh that we could all
come sit rest
somewhere
from the chaos of the world around us
we can
we must
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by June | May 15, 2018 | Blogposts
Dandelions. They are here; they are there; they are everywhere. And they offer a delightful opportunity for reflection about life. Their bright yellow dandelion flowers pop out of tall green grass. Often regarded as unwanted additions to lawns and gardens, two questions rise: are dandelions, weeds? are dandelions, flowers?
I like to think of dandelions as unloved flowers: bringing nourishment to our bodies in salads; encouraging our sense of beauty and playfulness when created into Dandelion Tiaras such as the ones in the photo that a friend and I made.
Perspective. Maybe it’s all about perspective? And not just perspective about dandelions … but perspective about all of life?
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by June | May 10, 2018 | Blogposts
Thoughts of … travel … grief … discovery … float through my head as I deal with jetlag and begin to sort through photos I took while on my trip to the Netherlands visiting with my late husband’s Dutch siblings / nieces / nephews.
My camera … captured images of tulips, cobblestone streets, picturesque villages, family birthday parties, historic buildings, and working windmills close by one another in the village of Zaanse Schans such as this photo of one of the windmills I took that day. My heart … captured images of previous visits, grief, beauty, healing and more.
And now, jet lag. I’ve read that it takes one full day to recover from each hour of time-difference. If that’s true, then it’s going to take me at least a week before my body doesn’t want to wake up at 2:00 am. In the meantime, photos of my trip are beginning to be sorted.
Ibn Battuta (Moroccan 14th century botanist, judge, explorer who traveled some 73,000 miles from present-day North and West Africa to Pakistan, India, the Maldives, Sri Lanka, Southeast Asia and China – a distance surpassing that of Marco Polo) understands: “Travelling – it leaves you speechless then it turns you into a storyteller.” In time, photos from my trip will likely emerge … as likely will the stories. May we all make time to remember and tell our stories.
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by June | Apr 26, 2018 | Blogposts
On this day, April 26th, many years ago, I received my very-favourite-ever-present … the safe delivery of a much-prayed-about, hoped-for, oh-so-wanted baby.
Doctors told my husband and I that I could never conceive … surprise!. Then they told us that I wouldn’t carry the baby full term … surprise again!
Then they said that the baby wouldn’t make it beyond the first month … another surprise!Oh, dear doctors, please don’t tell new moms that. You can given an educated guess, but you don’t know for certain!. And then they said that the baby wouldn’t make it beyond the first year … clearly the doctors hadn’t met my son.
Along with what seemed to be an unending series of visits to Children’s Hospital with painful and prolonged testing and procedures over many ensuing years, a boy who “beat the odds” from the get-go, continued his life.
As a child, he was tenacious, courageous, had a great sense of humour (he loved being the McDonald’s Hamburglar at Hallowe’en). He was willing to try things (including baseball and soccer neither of which he liked!). He became fascinated by politics at a very early age (even at eight when he worked for the Tom Siddon campaign!), and much more. Health issues still plague him as an adult, but he deals with them as he’s dealt with all of life – head on, Courage doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it’s just a quiet voice deep within that says “keep on, keeping on!”
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{blurry photos – originals aren’t blurry … just these copies. <sigh>}
by June | Apr 9, 2018 | Blogposts
There’s something about Nature that continues to remind me of the miracles around us if All-Who-Dwell-Here have eyes to see … like this tree.
When I first walked in front of it, I kept on walking. But then I turned back.
I wanted to see if what I thought I saw, I really did see. I took its photo – just to be certain. And there it was – a face within. It was not carved by human design, but carved by Nature … and was complete with hair (albeit green)! I really did see it!
A smile began to form on my face – I could feel it. Once again, I was aware of the connectedness of all Creation. To ignore our fragile planet earth, its forests, its waters, its parks is to ignore the precious gift we have been given. At our own peril.
May All-Who-Dwell-Here treat fragile earth with gentleness and respect.
May All-Who-Dwell-Here be guided by need rather than by greed.
May All-Who-Dwell-Here remember that generations who follow will need fresh water to drink, growth in forests to heat and breathe, healthy sea life to eat.
Thank you, Face-in-a-Tree for your reminders. We need you to survive. You need us to survive. May the sanctity of the earth be treated with civility and common sense by All-Who-Dwell-Here.
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by June | Mar 5, 2018 | Blogposts
This is a true story – about a penny … a magic penny! And it’s a story about love … magical love. It all began one Sunday, as I was about to teach a song to children in a local church. Before the service, I put some pennies in my change purse to use as a visual aid, but seconds before the Service was to begin, I realized that my change purse with the pennies wasn’t where it was supposed to be.
Quietly, I began to ask people if they had a penny. No one did. And then Jack found one! But as he went to give it to me, it slipped through his arthritic fingers and rolled on the floor. (If you know the words to the “Magic Penny” song by Malvina Reynolds, you’ll know the song talks about … a magic penny rolling on the floor!) I picked up the penny and as I put it into my pocket … wouldn’t you know it, I felt the change purse! What to do? Use the pennies in the change purse? Or revert to using just the one penny that I’d received from Jack? I decided to go with Jack’s penny lovingly given to me.
As the children and I walked around the church singing the ‘Magic Penny’ song, the penny gently passed from person to person and when the penny came back to me … on the very last word of the song! … completely unplanned, the children and congregation and I were grinning from ear to ear. As we all joined in the final verse, I wondered if I had enough pennies in my change purse to give one to each child. Here is where the penny Jack gave me became magical … again.
On any given Sunday, there are usually only 3 or 4 children in that church,
but on that Sunday there were nine children. When I opened the change purse I discovered eight pennies. Adding the penny Jack gave me,
I had nine pennies … exactly the number of children in church that day!
Like the magic penny, love is magical. Let’s not hold onto love. Let’s give away love! And let’s be confident that when we give love to others, when we share love, we “end up having more”!
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by June | Feb 27, 2018 | Blogposts
I want a “plain day.” I’d love to have a day without drama – without W.H. tweets – without “breaking news” appearing on the tv screen – without hearing of another murder or earthquake or massacre or tornado or diagnosis of cancer or Parkinson’s or Lou Gehrig’s or M.S. or death of a family member/friend … or …
I would love to have a plain day. A former colleague hated the expression “Have a nice day!” His response was always – “Don’t tell me what kind of a day to have!” I can’t help but wonder what his response would be to this saying by artist Ray Woolam (Duncan, British Columbia) on a bench sign I spotted in our town a while ago. Somehow, I think my colleague would like it. I do, too.
Whatever kind of a day you have my friends, may you experience a glimpse of a “plain day” … moments of respite from the negativity, fear, threats, tragedies, terrible news, suspicion, gossip, innuendo, subterfuge, conspiracies, lying, fraud, the …
And instead, may you experience … moments of gentle peace and blessings that will sustain you when the negativity, global horrors, terrifying news, miserable weather etc. come close. I like your saying, Ray Woolam. Thank you. May we all have moments of “a plain day”, each and every day.
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