I know as far as homepages go, this is barely anything. But, I've got to start somewhere, right? I just wanted to link you to the other facets of my on-line life. I also wanted to give brief explanations of the other pages here on this site.
My go to place to share what current projects I'm working on.
For the moment, I post more frequently here.
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Pictures &
Time-Lapse Videos of my latest projects. You could say, it's my portfolio.
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Random ramblings from my crazy, colorful mind.
Should be listed from most current post to the oldest.
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A quick blurb about me.
That was plenty, right?
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A deeper explanation of why I began this site.
I am on the cusp of something great, magnificent, and at times a bit overwhelming. I am becoming an artist. I’m finding my voice. I’m writing down my achievements, my flailings, my hopes, and reservations along this wobbly path to help clarify my vision that is just coming into view. I am learning that there is a sacredness in trusting this journey wholly. I am creating as fast as I can. I’m sharing my vulnerabilities in hopes of resonating with others. I am investing in myself. My mind is being expanded. I’m a conduit full of electrical energies that I can tap into. . . My inner critic breaks in, “I am so full of shit. Conduit? Electrical energies? Artist’s Journey? Who says this crap? Am I a hippy now? A gypsy maybe? This journey will be too frightening. Just let myself spiral back down into my comfort zone. That part of me is continually nagging that I do not have my nose to the grindstone, pumping out more of the same stuff I’ve dabbled in for the past 15 years. At least that was my beer money. There is a comfort in the known, the safe. Don’t rock the boat.
The momentum has picked up now that I am on the fringes of whatever I thought possible. My hair whips in the air out here and at times it is hard to catch my breath. From this vantage point, I catch glimpses of the artist I am to become and glimpses of the path I am meant to follow. The path looks more exciting than I am comfortable with, but the artist who is further along seems perfectly content with the frenzy of activity. From where I am now to where she is, I realize it is not a path of comfort and noontime naps. It is a path of opening, exposing, learning, reaching, and ever dancing with my art. If I do not create it, no one else will. It is MINE! My fingers can barely keep up with my thoughts as I type, but I feel I must document this growth, somehow. This bullshit. I am scared I won’t be enough. Who am I to even think I can follow this path? Even my own mother asks, “Do you think people are that interested?” Although it would be fantastic for that extra validation, I have to remind myself that my sharing has nothing to do with others interest or acceptance. It is just me putting it all out there. Do with it what you will. Take what you need from my blogs and I will do the same.
I oscillate from moments of scary clarity to blissful visions of my amoeba like shape creeping its way back towards the center of my comfort zone. It would be much easier to stay a blob. But, there is that tug again, pushing myself to create more and to keep sharing this wonderful journey with others. I don’t know if I’m doing it the right way. Hell, I don’t even know if there is a right way to get to this future that I’m envisioning. All I can do is try. I get anxious thinking I don’t have enough courage to complete this quest. All I know is if I really want this, I must fill my days by intentionally living to become that artist I can see just beyond the mist in my mind’s eye.
I am on fire. I feel the cosmic current coursing through my fingertips as I type. I am about to burst. I feel so full of hope and wonder. I breath deeply to center myself. Doubt creeps in again. I have no idea what I’m doing. I am just babbling. Who am I? What journey? I am just sitting on my ass at my desk. Tears almost surface, when I think that these voices are right. But, I WANT THIS! Shut up, already. I AM going to do this one clumsy footstep at a time. One more deep breath and the doubt is gone. I can dance with my vision once again.
I’m not sure if I’ve written anything that helps clarify my thoughts to others, but this is exactly where I am at in this moment. I am excited and frightened. I am dancing and painting. I keep breathing it all in and exhaling it onto canvas and into clay.
I am choosing to share my crazy roller coaster journey of creativity with others. Excuse me if my insanity shows through a bit.
The momentum has picked up now that I am on the fringes of whatever I thought possible. My hair whips in the air out here and at times it is hard to catch my breath. From this vantage point, I catch glimpses of the artist I am to become and glimpses of the path I am meant to follow. The path looks more exciting than I am comfortable with, but the artist who is further along seems perfectly content with the frenzy of activity. From where I am now to where she is, I realize it is not a path of comfort and noontime naps. It is a path of opening, exposing, learning, reaching, and ever dancing with my art. If I do not create it, no one else will. It is MINE! My fingers can barely keep up with my thoughts as I type, but I feel I must document this growth, somehow. This bullshit. I am scared I won’t be enough. Who am I to even think I can follow this path? Even my own mother asks, “Do you think people are that interested?” Although it would be fantastic for that extra validation, I have to remind myself that my sharing has nothing to do with others interest or acceptance. It is just me putting it all out there. Do with it what you will. Take what you need from my blogs and I will do the same.
I oscillate from moments of scary clarity to blissful visions of my amoeba like shape creeping its way back towards the center of my comfort zone. It would be much easier to stay a blob. But, there is that tug again, pushing myself to create more and to keep sharing this wonderful journey with others. I don’t know if I’m doing it the right way. Hell, I don’t even know if there is a right way to get to this future that I’m envisioning. All I can do is try. I get anxious thinking I don’t have enough courage to complete this quest. All I know is if I really want this, I must fill my days by intentionally living to become that artist I can see just beyond the mist in my mind’s eye.
I am on fire. I feel the cosmic current coursing through my fingertips as I type. I am about to burst. I feel so full of hope and wonder. I breath deeply to center myself. Doubt creeps in again. I have no idea what I’m doing. I am just babbling. Who am I? What journey? I am just sitting on my ass at my desk. Tears almost surface, when I think that these voices are right. But, I WANT THIS! Shut up, already. I AM going to do this one clumsy footstep at a time. One more deep breath and the doubt is gone. I can dance with my vision once again.
I’m not sure if I’ve written anything that helps clarify my thoughts to others, but this is exactly where I am at in this moment. I am excited and frightened. I am dancing and painting. I keep breathing it all in and exhaling it onto canvas and into clay.
I am choosing to share my crazy roller coaster journey of creativity with others. Excuse me if my insanity shows through a bit.