I journey to drum
Steady beat, wings pick me up
Carry me, safety.
Art Prescription: Did a Native American journey today with Pixie Campbell http://pixiecampbell.com. I’m working with Raven medicine. On my walks I’m finding feathers.
Raven by window
She sits still, brings a message
I answer the call.
Art Prescription: Do you remember your night-time dreams? Many artists speak of receiving messages at night. Remember you are not creating alone. Last night I dreamed about the remaining collection of stamps I didn’t buy at yesterday’s tag sale. Dreamed they were gone. Today I went back and bought the rest of the collection. Have no idea what spirit has in-store
me.
Pay attention and go with the flow…the muse will show you the way. Mandala with pen and ink, markers, and collage.
Pretty one more time
Zoot suit riot, don’t let go
Pictures on your skin.
Art Prescription: I’m still on my vintage art journaling kick…and might be for a while. I scored a vintage stamp collection at a tag sale today. Once I research and make sure I don’t have a stamp worth hundreds, I look forward to using them in my journal. Found poetry on old CD labels, pen and ink, watercolor, collage, in my art journal.
Out to greet the herd
Feet swish, tall grassy pasteur
Feel of a horse nose.
Art Prescription: After a busy week and I have to mention the loss of a great actor, Robin Williams, I needed more than ever to go out to Blue Skies at Mapleview to be at one with nature. Horses, with their all knowing eyes, greet you where you are. My friend Ginger and I sat under the shade of a tree and talked about life and living and horses. It was a great day. Sketchbook –
Heavy with blossoms
Crepe Myrtle branches bow low
Reddish-purple plumes.
Art Prescription: Interesting how nature bends under extra weight, but does not often break. Sort of ZEN. We too could learn to gently bend when life gets a bit heavy, yielding softly, staying supple and conserving our energies for more good! Wouldn’t this make a great watercolor!
To swim, poetic
Pause to take a deep breath, stroke
Rhythm, flow, water.
Art Prescription: Was thinking today as I was swimming how poetry and swimming are similar. There is a cadence to my stroke, a rhythm as I kick my feet, a pause as I turn my head to breathe. For me this is a moving meditation. Colored pencil and pen and ink 3 x 5 index card.