art's not all shiny and happy

When I decided to start this blog, my glossy intention was to create a bridge between a professional career as an interior designer and my interest as an art educator. Admittedly, there were shiny happy thoughts of me flitting over the void and becoming a perky art teacher.

OK, I'm past perky.

Shiny and happy aren't exactly where life's at for me now either. My mother has a terminal illness. Her quality of life has been compromised for years. Seemingly, it's dwindling even more rapidly now. All of this saddens me. And, as these life situations happen, family dynamics are also exasperated. This part is painful.

The other day I caught myself in a spiral of self-doubt. Busying myself with household chores, I was going nowhere but down. Somehow I caught myself and took a peak at my sketch book. There lie the beginnings of a neglected birthday card. I decided to pick up were I left off and complete it. As soon as I made that decision, I felt my energy shift. Confidence was re-instated. This is art in action.

To my dear friend Amy, thank you for the inspiration. Sorry you never got the original card. You are always in my heart and always fabulous. To the new quadragenarian, Happy Birthday! and thanks for your good energy. To anyone having a hard time dealing with me right now, well...

Have your psychologist call my psychologist. I'll be in the studio. Doing the best I can.