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Contemporary Translation of Edward III by Ashland New Plays Festival

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Upcoming Workshop!

I am teaching a workshop in Carmel, CA next week!!! Hurray! Hooray! Details above but the important stuff:Thursday, March 9thThe Rotunda at Il Fornaio Restaurant on Ocean Ave, Carmel, CA5pm-8:30pmSnacks & refrehsmentsSO MUCH FUN AND NO EXPERIENCE N…

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Upcoming Workshop!

I am teaching a workshop in Carmel, CA next week!!! Hurray! Hooray! Details above but the important stuff:Thursday, March 9thThe Rotunda at Il Fornaio Restaurant on Ocean Ave, Carmel, CA5pm-8:30pmSnacks & refrehsmentsSO MUCH FUN AND NO EXPERIENCE N…

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Art Trivia Quiz at Smithfield’s

Sarah Burns, Lamb Chops for Smithfields Restaurant

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Large Cappucinno

I often write these posts n the morning, coffee hot, still dark outside. I’m an early bird. Always have been. I like this quiet hour because all is fresh. No plans, no jolting out of bed, nothing frantic, no to-do lists yet. Just possibility of the day. To paint or not to paint. To write or not to write. Work is rarely an option, must do that, but those “extras”, those creative paths that we trick ourselves into thinking our luxury paths, are really the essential fuel that keep me going. If I didn’t paint, I couldn’t work. If I didn’t write, I couldn’t express. So really, these stolen hours at the crack of dawn, aren’t stolen at all. They are the log on the campfire that keep me warm.

There is a lot going on right now. More than usual. Just home from a string of trade shows, the order packing and follow up that comes after, an art show at a local winery, a reception, a commission for a series of paintings for a local shop tied into the Shakespeare Festival. All good. And. And the time to take extra special care of my creative hours. This is when it is so easy to slip into more of a “business” role, an administrator-sales-organizer-marketer girl and less of an artist. Because making art is luxury! Right? Wrong. At least for me, it’s a little white lie I tell myself. I can paint tomorrow. I can write next week. I can sketch tonight. True, I can do all those things. But I need to do it today. The business of my business will only get done if I show up for the art. What a topsy turvy concept for someone like myself who has subtly been brainwashed into thinking art is frivolous, the thing you do on the weekend, or at a workshop or an afternoon. Even now, or maybe especially now, when other parts of my business are calling me, I have to remind myself that it’s ok, no permission slip needed to go and create.

So here’s to a fresh 24 hours to show up for our art, our “thing”, whatever that looks like. Cooking, writing, painting, sailing, running, sculpting, drawing, weaving, rowing, gardening, baking…all of it. xo

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Large Cappucinno

I often write these posts n the morning, coffee hot, still dark outside. I’m an early bird. Always have been. I like this quiet hour because all is fresh. No plans, no jolting out of bed, nothing frantic, no to-do lists yet. Just possibility of the day. To paint or not to paint. To write or not to write. Work is rarely an option, must do that, but those “extras”, those creative paths that we trick ourselves into thinking our luxury paths, are really the essential fuel that keep me going. If I didn’t paint, I couldn’t work. If I didn’t write, I couldn’t express. So really, these stolen hours at the crack of dawn, aren’t stolen at all. They are the log on the campfire that keep me warm.

There is a lot going on right now. More than usual. Just home from a string of trade shows, the order packing and follow up that comes after, an art show at a local winery, a reception, a commission for a series of paintings for a local shop tied into the Shakespeare Festival. All good. And. And the time to take extra special care of my creative hours. This is when it is so easy to slip into more of a “business” role, an administrator-sales-organizer-marketer girl and less of an artist. Because making art is luxury! Right? Wrong. At least for me, it’s a little white lie I tell myself. I can paint tomorrow. I can write next week. I can sketch tonight. True, I can do all those things. But I need to do it today. The business of my business will only get done if I show up for the art. What a topsy turvy concept for someone like myself who has subtly been brainwashed into thinking art is frivolous, the thing you do on the weekend, or at a workshop or an afternoon. Even now, or maybe especially now, when other parts of my business are calling me, I have to remind myself that it’s ok, no permission slip needed to go and create.

So here’s to a fresh 24 hours to show up for our art, our “thing”, whatever that looks like. Cooking, writing, painting, sailing, running, sculpting, drawing, weaving, rowing, gardening, baking…all of it. xo

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What is Done in Love

“It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.”  Vincent Van Gogh

I love that. What is done in love is well done.  Ok. xo

“Vintage Florals in Silver Tureen”  8×10″ $225 
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What is Done in Love

“It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.”  Vincent Van Gogh

I love that. What is done in love is well done.  Ok. xo

“Vintage Florals in Silver Tureen”  8×10″ $225 
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Les Fleurs

I’m back from a week long of travel for work, wonderful inspiring exhausting community building, week of travel in Atlanta where it was unseasonably warm, low 70’s and the air, when I was outside a building, already smelled like spring. Pure delight.Th…

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You Can’t Sit There

“Ma’am. Excuse me, M’AM?” These are the three words I heard this morning in SeaTac airport while looking for somewhere to sit at the gate. I didn’t look up as certainly, they couldn’t be directed at me. Ma’am? I’m not generally ma’am material and I’m in Seattle, not a parish in New Orleans.

I spied a bank of chargers, Mecca in airport real estate, swivel stools full, except one. My lucky day in an otherwise bumpy cancelled flight kind of morning. I sit down on the stool and I hear it again but louder. “MA’AM! THAT’S MY PHONE!” This is all-caps because she was talk-shouting, not speaking. I look around and a woman sitting 6 feet across from the bank of chargers is “watching her phone” and doesn’t want me to sit where her charger is. For real. I look at her and muster my last little bit of polite upbringing when I really want to make some “Realllllllyyyyy, eye rolling shitty remark, but I don’t.

I say, “No one is sitting here. There are two outlets, one for each of our phones.”

She says, “But my phone is there and all my credit cards are on it.” She’s pissed. She’s enunciating very clearly so me so stupid can understand big problem.

I say, “Ok, I won’t touch it.” (Weirdo.)

She says, “Ma’am! I just said, my PHONE is already there. YOU CAN’T SIT THERE.”

Wha??

Insert a crowded gate of people that is listening intently, watching my face go from apologetic to embarrassed to lady you’re a rude moron but I’m not going to get into it with you so I unplug my charger, stand up and move. So both she and her phone can have somewhere to sit.

Then the magic. A lovely soft-spoken man who is sitting beside the empty stool-phone, says to me, you take my seat, I’m tired of sitting. (True gentleman. Who is ever tired of sitting?) I say no, he says, yes, please take it. I say no again, he says, I insist. So I sit. And angry ma’am chair hog lady is the whole time is breathing and huffing so loud that I can hear her even though my back is to her. Nice tired from sitting gentleman is standing near by and says to me, it’s ok, I got your back. Really? I’ve gone from ma’am with attitude to draping a cloak on a puddle so I can keep walking, all in a minute. I could cry.

And what does this have to do with painting, life, art, showing up, and entrepreneurship? Everything. Because as an artist and small business operator, I am often in my girl nest with art supplies & books & tech devices and all the things that keep my motor running and none of the things that derail me, like, people. And airports. Or people in airports. But hustling in airports and traveling in inclement weather is also part of the creative gig, life on life’s terms. Today’s bump with humanity was a minor nothing hiccup but a reminder that kindness is king. Leading with kindness and a sense of humor is the softer gentler way. It is easier. It gets you results. Like smiling and feeling good! After I’m done writing my little rant, I’m done. It will be one of a throwaway anecdote to my travels because today my dear friends, the tradeshow, the good stuff is on the other side.

But, “Ma’am”????” My ego can be found flattened on the tarmac.

“Kindness” 8×10” Sold

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