Saturday, August 20

2016.08.20 Spillin Ink and Cuttin Words


This happened today. 


Listening: Let me Love You by DJ Snake 
Dreaming: Of an iced 007 from Summermoon
Grateful: For the ability to make art, the peace that comes after I've spilled out everything I am, quiet spaces like Cenote to process life and the kale avocado goat cheese salad that makes my tummy so damn happy    





Neil Gaiman said it best.

 "And when things get tough, this is what you should do: Make art.

I'm serious. Husband runs off? Make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by mutated boa constrictor? Make good art. IRS on your trail? Make good art. Cat exploded? Make good art. Somebody on the Internet thinks what you do is stupid or evil or it's all been done before? Make good art. Probably things will work out somehow, and eventually time will take the sting away, but that doesn't matter. Do what only you do best. Make good art.

Make it on the good days too."




 It's always in the details.
I noticed myself first being really attentive to what I put where and 
then it was a beautiful process of letting go... definitely meditative. 
Definitely doing this again.
It felt so damn good to have paint/glue covered hands. Computers and megabytes will never fulfill me. I was made to make things with these hands.


 Not sure what I'll end up doing with it. I've never done anything like it before. I collaged on a canvas of an image I shot from Town Lake with two kayakers from the Lamar Bridge. I don't know if it's done or not and I don't know if I'll keep it.
But between the freaking lightning storm around 3:30/4 that had me hiding in my bath tub 
(good gosh, I'm not even talking metaphorically speaking here), the helluva meeting this morning that had me trying to process LIFE... today definitely felt like one for the books. 




Sadly it's back to computer screens and edits.



That is on my to-do list this month: hire an editor. That will make me one freakin happy girl to let go of that beast. I need to. May I actually do it and not just say it. 
Since we're quoting some greats tonight, let's just go ahead and quote Yul Brynner:
"So let it be written. So let it be DONE!"

 (If you don't know who that is, if you can't tell me who Charlton Heston is, uh, we can't be friends. :) ha 



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