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A Million Choices

Do you have a place where everything is yours? How can you create a space where you can make choices that are all for you? The creative process can offer you this kind of freedom and opportunity. This blog explores how we can become more mindful and aware of the joy and peace the creative process yields, and why we can thank the millions of choices that are all yours and all mine.

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Right Side Up, or Upside Down?

Together, we can start a new art movement that that is driven by honesty, not validation. Imagine a community or art makers embracing the present moment, mindful of their own creative practice, and driven by the desire to be true to their work. To be perfectly honest, I ache for that. Do you? If you do, read this blog and respond in some way: through your work, through your actions, through your thought process, or through celebrating the sincere and forthright creations of others. If we do it, I think the world will be a little more honest.

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Finding Your Way Back to You

I’m feeling lost. I’ve got to make some good choices to settle myself down. I’m working on my mind right now: the tape that’s playing in my head. I’m telling it to slow down, and I’m telling it I’m going to be OK. There’s a lot going on, so my head is swimming with voices. Not audible ones. Just those quiet whispers that we tend to give too little attention. They are insidious. I must find a way to silence them.

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Being Present in the “In-Between”

This blog entry has been about painting and its power to help us embrace the present moment. You can be present in life’s “In-Betweens” and find peace, encouragement, and understanding through creative process. I hope you won’t let fear of failure stop you from enjoying the opportunity to learn from your past, present and future.

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Enjoy Being in the Flow

I paint what was once our sacred space. We began here, we celebrated here, and we made dreams here. I keep going back and forth within this space, expecting to find something but finding nothing. All that “was” is now lost. Now it’s an empty shell: with the people gone, it has lost all its meaning.

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