I watched my grown son and two-year-old great-nephew run around in circles with blanket and dish towel capes tied around their necks. Little Stephen Michael squealed, “I’m flying, I’m Superman,” while Josiah pranced like an Arabian horse. I videoed the scene thinking, this is priceless. I’ve got to capture this candid moment before it passes! This morning …
Purging the Pests from our Creative Lives
My husband and I have finally won our war with the squirrels. Over three weeks and $300 later, the poisonous pellets and squirrel trap have worked (Justin actually trapped over 40). I returned from my writing retreat to see roses blooming, strawberries ripening, and tomatoes hanging from the vine. Yet before I left for that glorious week …
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I’m Working on My Artist by Gina Marie Wilson
A few months ago I was eating Chinese take-out with my husband when I cracked open my fortune cookie and read the words “You will not be truly happy until you create art on a regular basis.” Feeling silly about being inwardly moved by a fortune cookie prophecy, I tucked the tiny paper with the …
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Talent Specific Fellowship: Taking Artistry and Faith Further
I awoke from a dream in which my extended family enjoyed a stay in a huge home located high in the mountains. As I explored this expansive home, my heart leaped with anticipation at the opportunity for us to be together. For you see, when my family gathers, our exchanges often include far more than …
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A Modern Day Tragedy
“A writer uses words, a musician notes, an artist visual perceptions, and all need some knowledge of the techniques of their crafts. But a creative individual intuitively sees possibilities for transforming ordinary data into a new creation, transcendent over the mere raw materials.” –Betty Edwards, Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain I work in …
Homespun Holiday
There is something irresistible about a homespun holiday, the kind my Mama always made, and I tried to emulate throughout the years. Handmade decorations of crimson red and pine tree green dance upon garlands, if you squint your eyes and imagine. Twinkling lights reflect off cream-colored walls as snowmen perch high upon shelves. If you …
Reconciling with “the Day Job”
Many of us artistic types envision working all day at what we enjoy. Our fantasies consist of becoming the next famous writer or musician or painter. We toy with the idea of traveling the world dispensing our wisdom and talents to those who listen with the fascination of children gazing in toy shop windows. Then we crash …
The Bewitching Hour
The bewitching hour, I strongly suspect, occurs between 3:00 and 4:00 am because that’s when I’m waking up with all kinds of oddities on my mind. Art by Elya Moline Sleep falls gently, tucking expectations snugly under chin…until the early morning hours when, I am convinced, the creative fairies spring wide-awake. During these 3 o'clock risings, phrases …
57 Designing New Identities
Words You pickpocket of creativity Stealing innovation and energy Shall you alone define my destiny? Words Recently, my daughter, Andy, came for a visit and we immediately headed for Michaels. We bought supplies for the masquerade masks we envisioned making. This project has simmered in our minds for some time now. Besides, I needed a break from words, words, …
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