Monthly Archives: July 2016

Red Dot

The landscape painting exhibition started yesterday and runs for a week. We went over today to have a look at the show and I was thrilled to see a red dot on one of my pictures. As far as we could tell, it’s the only painting to have sold.


I couldn’t be happier. It’s not the money, but the validation. Someone, somewhere responded to my art, so much so that they were willing to spend their hard-earned money on it. I don’t think there is a better feeling than that.

The lesson I’ve learned is that each time I put my work out there, I make at least one sale. The problem is that I rarely put it out there. It’s time to change that.



On Fire

I went through a dry spell while I was depressed – a year or more without really being able to come up with ideas, let alone paintings.

Now that I am emerging, I am on fire.

Today I painted my selfie



Then I finished a cow portrait



And then I made a mess with torn up paintings ….


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…. and began to lay out a collage I think could be quite exciting.



For those of us who are naturally drawn to create, a dry spell is really difficult. And perhaps you don’t realize how stressful it is until it start to lift and you, once again, experience the joy of creation.


I think this is my favourite colour at the moment.

Not a good likeness today but I am giving myself a break. I’ve been working hard and I deserve a rest from self-imposed pressure to perform.




If you use WordPress for your blog, you get a one-word prompt every day. I usually ignore them, but today’s caught my eye. The one word was “unstoppable.”

A few months ago, I made a commitment to start caring for myself more. To start paying as much attention to my own needs and goals as I had to other peoples’ needs. To start looking after myself instead of hoping someone else would do it. As part of that, I decided to start working on my art career. That meant creating more art, but also it meant getting my work in front of people.

I applied for two group exhibitions, and I was accepted for both. Neither are high-profile or prestigious shows – but they are shows. Members of the public will see my work. That’s such a wonderful feeling.

Today I went to hang my work at one of these exhibitions.

I am so proud of the pieces I’m showing. My work looks really strong. I used to feel apologetic for my art -I would worry that it wasn’t ‘real’ art. That it didn’t live up to the work surrounding it. Today, I felt none of that. I think that’s partly my new found confidence, but also partly because I have found my way artistically. I know what I’m doing and why. I understand that not everyone will like what I do, but I’m OK with that. I like it and I genuinely believe it has merit and that’s all that matters to me.

And that’s where the one-word prompt comes in …looking at my work in that context today, I felt unstoppable. And the thing is, I think we are ALL unstoppable. The only thing that prevents us from acting as if we are unstoppable is our own lack of self-belief.

This evening, I watched a recording of Barack Obama’s speech at the Democratic convention. The night before, I watched his wife’s. Both were amazing speeches by confident, strong, proud, incredibly impressive people. People who, despite all the odds, were (are) unstoppable simply because they didn’t set any limits on themselves – and didn’t accept the limits imposed by others.

Today I am proud of myself for creating all that work, and I am excited about what I might do next. Because I am unstoppable. And so are you.




This self-portrait is #209 in a 365-day series . You can see the others by clicking here.

Black and White

I know black and white thinking has been a problem of mine. It’s one of the things that makes me unhappy.

I see things as all or nothing, one thing or the other, if this then not that, instead of seeing all the many shades of grey that exist in reality.

I’m working on it.




I take on too much. Most of you are women, so you know what I’m talking about. Assuming responsibility for everyone’s well-being and then sometimes feeling resentful about all we have taken on.

Today was one of those days. But just when I felt it was all too much, a friend stepped in and took some of the worry away. It was a silly worry – not life or death (a broken garage door that I feared would cost me a lot of money – not cancer or poverty or death in the family). But still, it was a worry and then he stepped in and offered his help and the huge (imagined) bill shrank to almost nothing and it was a reminder of two things: 1) there are plenty of people who care about me and look after me and 2) so much of our stress is unnecessary. I worried because I imagined the huge bill for a new door. My stomach tightened and I got a headache and I imagined foregoing other things I want …. but it was all a fantasy. It didn’t happen.

How much of what we worry about can be put into that category?

Tonight’s drawing is my first blind drawing in a while.