Category Archives: creativity



Elizabeth's tarts

Elizabeth’s tarts

I am spending time in my kitchen today, it’s all there for me, my baking table, my desk with my laptop and steps away in the next room, my studio. I am in a whirlwind today because I am baking cookies for the store, making art for a small commission and, now, writing. I am happy, creativity does that you know. Just wanted to make note of that, just wanted to take my personal effects and put it out there so that perhaps, you, too, find a way to let some of your innate creativity explode within a place of realism. Whether it is a cake, a DIY project or just painting your front door navy blue, I hope you find “it”…today. And if you do, you will be happy.

an October kitchen

an October kitchen

In case you need a little push towards creativity, other than this “shove”, I found a blog that I enjoy. It is by Ann Drake. These particular words of hers drew me in… “This house is many things. Most importantly it’s a safe place for my family. At the end of the day this is where we return. It’s where my heart is. It’s home.”

A simple post about home and its importance…All of this made me think about words creating thoughts and then, hopefully, action. I thought of my somewhat neglected blog, this one, Sketches of My Day, and I remembered why I started it, it was a friend, a place to sit with coffee and tell what I was thinking, a place of words, words that expressed, words that I could read and reread and try to sort through my day. That’s all it is, my day, my thoughts, my tiny space to jot down what I do so that sometimes, when I need to hear myself, to reassure myself, I can go there. Anyway, if by some chance, I connect with someone, someone who chooses to read these simple words and sometimes tangled thoughts, then that is wonderful and I would feel some purpose has been served other than my own.

I realize how powerful our words are but how useless they are as only thoughts.

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IMG_0786The Day is filled with raindrops and certainly a bit of melancholia…the news coming out of Orlando is haunting and makes me feel so vulnerable and sad.

I have spent the last several minutes mindlessly digging around in my blog, trying to stay off of FB and the constant reminder of how bad this situation is. 

My blog tells a story and offers a timeline of thoughts from a few years ago; the look back  has been enlightening, I suppose…still asking myself the same questions it seems.  That’s not really good. But, I did find something a, then, 17 year old Elizabeth sent to me that I thought I would share with you on this day of reflection…

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970px-Van_Gogh_-_Starry_Night_-_Google_Art_ProjectJust a little entry to perhaps inspire my friends who are artist…and that would be ALL of you…

Vincent van Gogh got me through college and still lingers in my life – when I think of pure art, art for the sake of art, I think of him. One summer, when I was 20, I was able to go to the south of France and through the windows of the train I saw the cypresses, van Gogh’s cypresses, and time transcended and I grew more appreciative of his work and who he was. His short life was filled with reveal and he turned pages rapidly, too fast, for he reached the end before the world realized who he was.

“One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way”. Vincent Van Gogh


Art is not just paints and canvas and hanging in the Met, it is private words in a journal, a poem on the back of your lunch bag, a walk in the woods, a meal well prepared, a small garden or the just way you wear your hat…

“If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced”. Vincent Van Gogh

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I find myself at another blogging crossroads…questioning if I should give these random posts my time…In doing so, I have followed a trail back to the beginnings of this 7 year blog and found a few posts I would like to edit and repost as I remain undecided…this, being one of them from 2009…



 I remember many wonderful things about my wonderful mother. I could probably write a book on the wisdoms she spoke and tried to make my young mind understand, but, as most always, her astuteness was untimely, for I was too young and too narcissistic then. Now, years after and after she is gone, I remember and I understand each word and each lesson. I am so thankful she planted those seeds.

I remember one day and one reoccurring lesson; it happened on Good Friday when my children were little. We had gone to her house to dye Easter eggs. This decision was somewhat impulsive and unplanned. Do you think she made a hasty trip to the store to buy dyes? No, she searched in cupboards, the refrigerator, and in the yard; she used what she found. Resourcefulness. I remember asking her that day, why not go to the store and buy the PAAS? She said that took the creativity from the project, the challenge was to create with what you had. I always think of that moment and that lesson.

The eggs turned out beautiful and sat proudly on her kitchen table in a little straw basket that she had found in the living room closet. I can remember she used coffee for the beautiful brown eggs, yellow and red onion skins, and maybe canned spinach for some of the other colors. They were a display of creativity and resourcefulness.

 I found this list of such suggestions for natural egg dying. It’s about Easter and dying eggs, but this idea of making do is something for each day of our lives. Anyway, maybe you can do something different this Easter and fill up an old basket with creativity, resourcefulness, and naturally dyed eggs.

Small Quantity of Purple Grape Juice
Violet Blossoms plus 2 tsp Lemon Juice
Red Zinger Tea
Violet Blue
Violet Blossoms
Small Quantity of Red Onions Skins (boiled)
Hibiscus Tea
Red Wine
Canned Blueberries
Red Cabbage Leaves (boiled)
Purple Grape Juice
Spinach Leaves (boiled)
Liquid Chlorophyll
Greenish Yellow
Yellow Delicious Apple Peels (boiled)
Orange or Lemon Peels (boiled)
Carrot Tops (boiled)
Celery Seed (boiled)
Ground Cumin (boiled)
Ground Turmeric (boiled)
Chamomile Tea
Green Tea
Golden Brown
Dill Seeds
Strong Coffee
Instant Coffee
Black Walnut Shells (boiled)
Black Tea
Yellow Onion Skins (boiled)
Cooked Carrots
Chili Powder
Cranberries or Juice
Red Grape Juice
Juice from Pickled Beets
Lots of Red Onions Skins (boiled)
Canned Cherries with Juice
Pomegranate Juice


I spent a bit of time revamping my blog this morning – a reflection of what I am trying to do in all aspects of my artistic life. Some days I want to just toss out the whole deal and not do art – no writing no painting – it is so possessive of my thoughts. I always knew it was a burden, this desire to create. It keeps you captive; it keeps you from being “normal”. I don’t do other things because I “need” to write or I “need” to paint or I should be promoting my art – it never really leaves me. That is exactly why when I was raising my family I put it all aside – I knew it was all or nothing for me and I wanted to do the best possible job I could with my kids. Well, they are, for the most part, grown and I have begun again and it has gripped me. When I think of letting it go, I instantly know I cannot. This is why I am turning this blog into my liberation – I will sit here when I need to and I will write what I need to write without concern of anything more than just releasing what I have formulated in my head. I have nothing preconceived or contrived – it’s raw. And if, along the way, you can connect to something I am thinking, then it is worthwhile in a broader sense; it becomes more than just the freeing of random inspired thoughts, it becomes a contribution.

The day was wonderful – spent inside doing left brained things like organizing a closet and pictures and domestic things like scrubbing my kitchen floor and folding all of the clothes in the laundry room. Sandwiched between these tasks were the moments I spent here, writing. I had a pot of coffee on nearly all day and I wrote and had coffee – staying inside of my head for the biggest part of the day. It is Mardi Gras in the outside world – parades and revelry that I no longer have to attend – I am so happy that that part of my life as a parent is over! Let me say this now, “I hate parades”. There, done…That felt good. I did step outside this morning for a bit to gather eggs from my hens. I have 9 new baby chicks in the laundry room waiting for the warmer weather to move into their new home.
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short trips to Walden

 It’s Not Your Work to Make Anything Happen. It’s Your Work to Dream it and Let it Happen. Law of Attraction Will Make it Happen 
 Abraham Hicks

I’m going with this. I have been painting voraciously lately, It’s like I am possessed and now I have this somewhat large collection of work that needs to “go” somewhere. It’s funky art = fun and colorful, something positive to live with. I have no business sense at all but I do have faith that if I continue to create, someone bigger than me will point me to the right direction. As I posted earlier, it is so freeing to let all of that kind of worldly worry go – afterall, I have the best agent in the world.

I have also pulled out old manuscripts, incomplete ramblings really, and as I read them , I enjoyed my brief departure into the past. These stormy days are so good for that sort of thing – reconnecting with yourself, not allowing the outside world to influence you – sort of like little Walden excursions – a reveal of who you are not who society portrays you. I certainly do miss my physical aptitudes of youth but I do prefer this vantage point of middle age – so many concerns and influences are gone – so much freedom here, so much purity.
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crows over the wheat field

Not very productive today on the keyboard. I have a column due tomorrow at 4 and it is taking all I have just to piece that together. I am in some sort of creative void presently and my raw thoughts are not so positive so I choose not to post anything. I will spend some time doing something physical – like cleaning out something, there’s plenty of that to do here – and maybe I can shake this temper that I find myself in. Art is about being ultrasensitive, you have to be, but when it turns on you, it is paralyzing. I will find my way back; nothing is really “wrong”, it’s just that I need to adjust my attitude.

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Joseph Campbell

 I once read something by Joseph Campbell and I took the time to copy the following passage down on a piece of notebook paper that I discovered  last night while cleaning out my studio – I suppose it “spoke to me”. “You must have a room, or a certain hour or a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be, This is a place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen.”


being still

We have to find time to be quiet and alone; that is when and where creativity, spirit, subconscious, alpha, God, takes hold of you – there in the stillness, in the nothingness. It is when and where and how your right brain, your creative self overcomes your rational left brain and figures things out for you – just be still and listen.
Emerson said it best in an essay : To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches.
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