Appy New Year 2015

Cell la vie

Cell Collage Too

Cell Collage

Made these today in Deb's class. The theme had to do with creating from the heart instead of the head. Lovely concept and I loved the experience. When I got home I made more.

Patterns

Fantasy Fence

Transformation thru compression

This is a drawing I made in mindfulness class today. The structure was about what makes us uncomfortable. 

This is a drawing of a compressor. The circles represent my stuff. The compressor squeezes it all until it resembles that one tidy box. The box has a ribbon on it because it's a gift. So I'm looking for the gift that comes out of the compression....

Confusion says:

Many distractions lead to muddy picture... 

On the fence

The first piece is a photo I liked and felt inspired to make a charcoal drawing. I knew that my drawing would most likely not look like a recognizable object as it was difficult to tell that it's a fence. So I stopped looking at the photo, but kept drawing. 

Just letting my hand do the drawing felt very satisfying. The result was not the primary focus; it was the pleasure of making marks on paper. The result is interesting to me though, because even having changed the drawing, it still seems like I couldn't decide between drawing the fence or the trees. Hmm.

It started out as a fence...

Fencing Lessons

The first pic I did at the senior center. The 2nd at home. Which do you like better? Why

Round and round we go

Snow day doodle

Snow tree

Fence- 2 ways

Fence, too

Fence,etc

What's beyond the fence?

Lymphedema Woman Tries on Night Compression Garments

Moved by the music

My friend, Joann Spies, is a very talented musician, composer, multimedia artist. I've been listening to her songs and painting to the rhythms. Here's another sample, digitally enhanced.

Musical Muse

I painted to music last night. It looked like a painting frenzy with wet paint everywhere.

If you're angry and you know it, clap your hands

I'm angry. PO'd. More than annoyed. Stressed. It hurts because I'm so angry. I want to yell and say bad things and use curse words. I haven't felt this angry in a long time. Years, maybe. I have a list of reasons why I feel this way. Too long and too boring to tell. Perhaps I'm feeling vulnerable. Probably.
I'm not going to reveal all here. Suffice to say I'm very uncomfortable. I tried to paint it out...couldn't really. Maybe I'll try it again- with music.

Senior Centered

Was feeling really crummy on many levels today; physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially--you name it. Was really down in the dumps. I knew about a painting class taking place nearby at a senior center and had thought that some day I might check it out.  Painting most often is transformative for me and I didn't think I would reach nirvana at home, alone. When I thought about going to a new place, with new people and at a SENIOR CENTER......I almost crawled into bed.
But after having a supportive phone conversation with someone dear to me--I went. And guess what?
I enjoyed myself and completely changed my mood! The teacher was very helpful and made good suggestions. Everyone was friendly, and I even created a picture. Thanks to all my angels.