I was recently listening to a guest speaker at a gathering. One of the main ideas that was conveyed included framing the constant process of change. That idea really hit me deep. I am always in awe of the synchronicity of hearing what I need to hear to support me win my growth. Since I broke my wrist in late May, it has been a struggle to heal and regain full use of my hand. However, I do in some ways and I do not in other ways have use of my hand. While contemplating the idea of transformation as a continuous process of change, I began to slowly accept and embrace that my painting style and the physical process of creation will never be the same. Yet, the internal process of Awiya, the settling of the spirit within to allow creativity to flow.
I’m currently working on another seascape from the North Sea at Whitby Harbor.
Reflection of the day!
I was a 42 yr old Single mom of 3, supported my children through High School & off into college. Long 65-70 hours a work week, did homework whenever I could, and managed living with Multiple Sclerosis. Not only did I finish & graduate with my Bachelors in Adult Education but finished my Masters in Instructional Design & Technology. This last May, with 2 broken wrists and dictation – voice to text – and a stylus in my mouth on an iPad, my thesis paper/project were completed . Now at 48 years old, I received my Master’s degree diploma yesterday.
Both Universities not only recognized me as a artist but celebrated my art in annual publications.
Thank you, my creatives, for supporting me through 6 years of growth, and tumbles. The responses, comments, personal emails and shares mean so much to me.
Stay tuned for the next grand adventure.
I’m sitting here, in my studio, looking at the first layer of paint on this 12″ x 4″ perched on my easel.
I think back on that cold crisp morning walking down to Shwabacher landing. The sun is just peeking over the eastern horizon onto the mountains and shrouded them in cool blue tones. As the sun continue to rise over the horizon the mountains were painted with light. I could imagine the old masters sitting out in nature with their canvas and paints and their brushstrokes trying to capture the changing light.
I found myself just standing there and watching the sun paint layer after layer of color upon the Teton mountains in Wyoming.
The mountains basking in layers of undertones of purples and gray then growing mid of blue and green and highlights of gold pink and yellows all in the matter of an hour.
It was the most beautiful visual experience I’ve ever witnessed.
Thinking, looking at my little canvas, can I express my experience?
Stay on the Awiya side of life!
Stephen & I are once again traveling. This time we are exploring the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. I am in visual heaven. We woke up & were on the road by 5:30am to Schwaybacher Landing. We hiked down a little path to the waters edge. Stephen set up his photography gear & I used my iPhone. Here’s a panorama I took just after sunrise on this chilly fall morning. This will be printed & painted. The colors are stunning here. My right hand is aching to paint again.
Stay on the Awiya side of life my friends.
Physical therapy continues 3 times a week. The physical therapists that work with me have been compassionate and wonderful! They take into consideration that my goal is not just to live with a stiff wrist, but having as much range of motion restored possible so I can paint comfortably again.
This week I started a couple of new exercises. This one was the most challenging of them all. I had to pick up pinto beans with different finger combinations. The thumb and pinky is the most difficult. I cannot begin to explain the physical pain nor the frustration.
Painting is my go to place of solace, sanctuary, meditation, medicine, magic, and communion with the ethereal and universe. It’s been a couple of weeks since tried to paint last. So I am going to try today and continue on with the mini paintings I started and hope it’s more of a right than a left handed day.
Thank you my friends for your outpouring of messages, emails, text and phone calls of support and lov.. I love you all.
Stay on the creative side of life my friends.
2″x4″ acrylic on canvas …
About 8 weeks ago, I flew out to California for a vacation with one of my best friends. Many moments of laughter, tears and great stories of extraordinary exaggeration. You see, my bestie is a story teller of magical proportions.
Grand adventures through LA, Long Beach, & Playa Del Rey.
Then, one evening while walking along a beach front community to a friend, a soul sister, one of my art patrons home… to deliver a painted portrait … the setting sun glistening across the ocean…I tripped UP a curb and fell forward onto both hands.
Right (painting) hand, radial head broken in 4 places. Left hand, 1 broken wrist bone.
The love and care from my besties, soul sister and patron got me home. I had no use of my hands.
Once in Nebraska, surgery. 22 stitches and a plate and 10 screws later…
It’s been 4 weeks of physical therapy for both hands. Left hand is now out of the brace. Right hand has a compression glove, compression sock & a custom fit ortho brace. The physical therapists just started to passively move my wrist. It’s swollen, hurts and I can’t move it myself.
I’ve missed being in front of my easel.
I tried painting this last weekend… with my left hand. That was a disaster. I held the paintbrush in my right hand and made a few paint strokes… OUCH.
Time and rest will tell how my wrist will heal. My bestie crafted stories of light weaving and love infused images on canvas in my future.
Until then, I’m a sun flower chasing the light.
My daughter Lily, a freshman fine art/graphic design student.