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Have you ever grown weary from trying to figure it all out? I'm so directionally driven. In fact, I often wake up with these words on my lips, "Lord, what is your direction for my life?" And then I knit my brow in consternation because I still haven't a clue as to what God would …
The music of my artistic heart is mixed media. Here’s a diy post to show you how to make a mixed media piece using plaster cloth, pressed flowers, and rice paper. Texture a canvas with gesso and let dry. Then paint with soft pink and yellow ochre acrylic paints. Cut hearts out of plaster cloth and …
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I am a mother most blessed to have two daughters with whom my heart feels safe and my artistic spirit inspired. We are kindred hearts. Elya and Andy returned home last weekend and we snuck away to create in my art room. Andy painted masks… while Elya began a new painting… and I crafted my …
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When I was a little girl, I loved all things soft and natural and feathery. Even though I’ve grown into woman skin, the little girl inside still delights in touching different textures. This is one BIG reason why I seek to explore and experiment with mixed media art. Mixed media gives me the opportunity to …
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Like constructing a dam in a swift-flowing river, time for reflection pools the soul’s waters so we can see our reflection. When outward flow to others stops, we seek mental, emotional, and spiritual rejuvenation. We artistic types must work at taking the time to reflect, refocus, and reorganize. If we do not, we find ourselves far …
Soft and feminine yet brazen and bold; Hardly descriptors seeming to go together, except when you’re making a vintage, mixed media masquerade mask. I’d envisioned a vintage mask for weeks. In fact, the concept captivated me because I love all things vintage—aged colors of yellow ochre and burnt sienna with a splash of aqua green; …
Living a spiritual life can be a moment-by-moment magical experience. One never knows when God’s Spirit will reveal a priceless treasure eyes do not see until the veil of rushing lifts. An uncurled rose, a baby’s toes, a covey of quail feasting. Sometimes this magic appears as whispers ears hear while eyes seal with sleep: …
Can you collect it, manna from heaven, and then nibble on nurture during those lean days of soul when life forces a rush through every moment? Camels have humps to store water for long walks through deserts, and we finger fullness of soul when we mull over photos of days gone by. So why can’t …
Perhaps the greatest challenge we creative eclectics face is to believe in our becoming. Sure there are messy workspaces to attend to, jam-packed lives that threaten to squelch our desires, and challenging skills to learn; however, the issue isn’t primarily a directional one but an internal one. READ THE ENTIRE POST...
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