I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted–the kind of tired that saturates and no amount of sleep seems to replenish. This isn’t the first time I find myself here. I am a veteran of this feeling, and historically I would push through moments such as this. But I am getting older (and with age supposedly comes wisdom or just the knowledge that grind leads to illness and injury that is increasingly harder to recover from). Instead, I force myself to be still. And the only way I

Try this new art journaling prompt: make something bad on purpose. I mean, make truly BAD art to silence that inner critic and enjoy your inner child (or for the children reading this, being a child). I will go out of my way to explore mixed-media with a fun new challenge every week with the pure intention of making it BAD. It is a freedom we seldom allow ourselves and I believe hinders our ability as creators to explore our full potential. I even have journals dedicated to j

It is so warm, too warm for just past the winter’s solstice. I know what it means, this unseasonable weather. Yet, I am so grateful for it. After such a difficult year of cold, hunger and illness, a bout of spring is such a gift. The lady bugs have hatched, little spotted red beetles are on everything, generally thought to bring tidings of luck and fortune. I want to believe in good omens, of a blessed new year, of things finally looking up. As I sit here, in an isolated cab

Have you always wanted to go on one of those uber expensive art retreats where you get to escape from it all into an idyllic setting and learn from a master? Personally, I haven’t had the time or budget for this. BUT, there is no reason why we must spend heaps of dough not to create one, especially on a weekend! Surely, there is no guilt for doting on yourself on a Sunday. Plus, we are saving money that we might otherwise spend on a vacation. I have heard of other artists wh

Dear Artists, Art for me is playtime. I feel like my best work is also when I am being my most child-like. And when kids are involved, I get to be even more playful. Here is an example of how I get to revert back to my childhood while also being a practical adult: I once had a baby shower to attend for a lovely lady at a day job. I was living in the mountains of Colorado and chose to make something given I had no funds to buy much. I decided to make something with found art.