Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Artist Date



I have dubbed Wednesday's as my "Artist Date".

Anyone familiar with Julia Cameron and her book, "The Artist Way", knows that she has you take yourself, the artist, on date.  It can be as simple as sitting and reading a book, to as extravagant as taking yourself on a day trip.  

But, there is one catch.  You are the only one allowed to take you on a date.  No one else.  This time is for you only.  No intruders, no distractions.  This is a day for "you" to enjoy without anyone, or anything else to infringe on "your time".  

I have to admit, I have used my artist date for doing chores/housework.  I know that may sound silly.  Why would I do chores/housework on a day when I can do anything else?  Well, I'll tell you why.  For me spending the day alone, with some inspiring music (ABBA) is sort of, kind of, meditative.  I rock while dusting, dance with the mop and shake my booty, while doing laundry.  Before I know it, my house is clean and I have had a wonderful time enjoying the music AND a clean house.

Today, however, I spent the day doing SoulCollage.  SoulCollage is a method of self-discovery through the creation of intuitive analysis of a deck of collaged cards.  It was developed by Seena B. Frost, M.A., M.Div.  Cards are made my tearing or clipping images (often from magazines) and then combining them, perhaps against a new background image, into a collage.  All cards in one's deck should be the same size, generally 5" X 8".  

So, I decided I would do three cards.  Why?  Why not.  I notice when I was finished with them, they were all similar.  Not that I planned it that way.  It just happened.  I am not sure what they mean, but they DO mean something.  I will leave it at that for now.

Sunday, January 10, 2021


Beginning of a new year and the beginning of new possibilities.

I have the opportunity this year to teach  "Map Tangling", an online Zentangle class at TangleU.
It will held on February 21, 2021 from 11-1 PST and 2-4 EST.


Click on the link above to register.

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Excerpt from my journal...

Saturday Thoughts

I remember when I was a young girl, sometimes after church on Sunday, we would go for a drive.  No where in particular, just a drive.  Sometimes we would pick up something to eat and have lunch in the car on our way to nowhere.  To me, that was fun.  Sometimes we would go to Lincoln Park in Los Angeles and go on the pony rides.  Across the way was the Merry-Go-Round.

Empty Carousel Merry Go Round Park Attraction Stock Photo, Picture ...

It had a Calliope that would play music as we went around and around.  You had to try and catch the brass ring.  I never did, but I think my Dad did, once. 

Things were very simple back then, but to me, so much more fun.  So much more enjoyable.  We didn't have things to do things with, but yet we still did things.  We had fun enjoying what we had.  

Today we have so much, but like a child at Christmas, once the presents are opened, we tire and want to know, "what's next."  We are bored with the old, at the same time, not enjoying what we have.  So much more progress, yet so much more unhappiness.  It should be the opposite.  

What happened?  

What changed?

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Valentine's Day

Be My Valentine

Valentine's Day is just around the corner.  Soon love ones and sweethearts will come together to express their love and affections for one another.

There will be candle lit dinners or maybe a romantic dinner for two or maybe a simple romantic quiet picnic for two.

In keeping with my goal for this year, I am planning on making a book and/or journal a month.  This month's theme is a Valentine Writing Journal.

I kept this little journal (5" X 7") very simple.  It starts off with a little tuck spot and a Valentine's Poem.

Writing pages have been added for writing.

Some flip outs and fold outs.

A Belly Band in the back to hole a small glassine bag of bits and pieced of ephemera.

So, what is Valentine's Day and when did it start?

Valentine's Day is a day when people show their affections for one another by sending cards, flowers and/or chocolates with messages of love.

At the end of the 5th century, Pope Gelasius declared February 14, "St. Valentine's Day", and since then February 14 has been a day of celebration whether it be religious or romantic.

The history of Valentine's Day, and the story of its patron saint, is shrouded in mystery.  We do know that February has long been celebrated as a month of romance, and that St. Valentin's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman Tradition.

The day is popular in the United States as well as Britain, Canada and Australia.  It is also celebrated in other countries including Argentina, France, Mexico and South Korea.  In the Philippines, it is the most common wedding anniversary, and mass weddings of hundreds of couples are not uncommon on that date.

So, what do  you have planned for Valentine's Day?

Monday, January 27, 2020


What is a Zine?
(Pronounced Zeen)

A "Zine" is a small, self published booklet that falls somewhere 
between a newsletter and a magazine.

Zines have been created all over the world for quite some time now.  The history of today's incarnation of the Zine can be traced back to sci-fi fanzines of the 1930-60s.  The 1970s is when the rise of the Punk Zines came about, but the 1980-90s ushered in the Zine explosion.

A Zine is not hard to make.  The size of a Zine will determine on the size of the paper you use.  It can be made as simple or elaborate as you would like.  Only a few simple tools are needed to make a Zine.  Paper (your choice), mark making tools, and/or collage papers.  
A Zine can be on any topic from Art to Political, Text to Drawings, and so on.

This link has some great ideas for topics to use in your Zine:

Your Zine can be bound using either a stapler, pamphlet stitch, gluing it together, or left unbound should want to make additional copies.

For my Zine, I selected the topic of "Birds".

I used collage elements, colored pencils/pens, some text, and left a blank page to be filled in later.  But for now I think I will leave it blank.  I chose to leave my Zine unbound, so that I am able to make additional copies at a later time.

I hope that you found this topic on Zines a little interesting and that you will try to make one of your own.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019


Zentangle Class

Front Left: Darlene, Maurene, Julie
Right Front: Sia, Midge, Jeane
Today, I taught my first Zentangle class for 2019 at Monica's Quilt and Bead Creations.
Great class. Great bunch of Ladies.

Two of my students came all the way from Saskatchewan, Canada to take my class.  Just kidding.  Although they are from Canada, they are here visiting.

These ladies did a great job.  I think they practiced before taking my class, because they did an awesome job with there Zentangle Patterns.

I will be teaching a Watercolor Zentangle Class next week, January 26, 2019 at Monica's Bead and Quilt Creations if anyone is interested. . .

. . . and also an Bijou Dangle Class.

If you are in the area, please join me.

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Deserted Island Journal Challenge

Have not been on vacation in what seem like for ever.  About time I did some R and R and replenish by mind, my soul, my body.  Booked a Disney 7-night Caribbean Cruise.  Looking forward to this and cannot wait to get started.

The first night of the Cruise was awesome.  Slept like a baby.  The gentle rocking of the ship lulled me into a deep, deep sleep.  The next morning, I felt like a new person.  Sat down to breakfast and chit chatted with some of the passengers.  Everything was perfect.  After breakfast, I took a stroll around the ship, when suddenly, something did not feel quite right.

All of a sudden the waves began to crash against the ship.  The ship started to rock violently.  I ran to my room and grabbed by water proof backpack and life vest.  No time for anything else.  Ran back outside, hoping to get on one of the life boats, but to my astonishment, there were none left.  What to do!  What to do!  I held on for dear life.  What else could I do.

I must have blacked out, because when I came to, I was on the shore of an island.  A deserted island.  What happened to all the other passengers.  Where were they?  Can't worry about that now.  Need to get my bearings.  How long will I be here.  Will there be a rescue?  Does anyone know?  Already late in the day.  Can't worry about that now.  Need to fine shelter for the night.

Day 2:  Woke up hungry, but no food to be found.  I walked around the island a bit and luckily there was a stream with fresh water not too far from where I was.  Water tasted good and help curb the hunger.  Did not find any food, though.  I need to find something to do until I am rescue, and help take my mind off food.  I looked in my waterproof backpack and found some art supplies I brought along with me to do in my spare time.  Let's see.  What do I have.  Ah!  I have some glue.  A brown stamp pad and applicator, a sheet of scrapbook paper, coffee dyed paper, a needle and some sewing thread, rotary cutter and ruler, some old fabric with lace trim and a pencil.  With these items, I can make a journal and document my stay here on the island.

However, it has been a long day already and the sun is starting to set.  What a beautiful sight, especially the way the sun reflects off the ocean.

Day 3:  Started working on the journal.  I made the cover with the scrapbook paper and used the coffee dyed paper for my pages.  Pull some aside to use as embellishments.  With one of the papers I made a tag.  Folding it in half and gluing them together.  I took some of the fabric and stitched a piece onto the tag.  With another sheet I made a pocket, but first stitching on it before gluing the sides. 

With the left over scrapbook paper that I cut off I made a tag and use some more of the fabric, gluing it on the top for a pull.  Not too bad, considering I do not have the comforts of home.

Some of the pages were long enough to make a tri-fold with them.  I did this with several of the pages.

Since I had the needle and thread out and some of the fabric, I stitched it down to one of the pages.  

I had some fabric left over, so made a pocket and tucked it in for later use, should I need it.
I think I will stop for now.  Getting late and need a drink.  Don't want to be wondering off in the dark.

Day 4:  I awake to a beautiful morning.  The sun is out and the warmth feels good after being cold all night.  Did not sleep well.  Really, really hungry.  I will explore the island a bit more and see what I can find in the way of food.  Came across this plant.  Do not know what it is, but it had some berries in the pod and tried a few.  They were very, very tasty and helped with the hunger.  I wonder if there is anything like this back at the states.  More importantly, I hope they are not poisonous.

After some berries and a drink of water, I am feeling much better now.  I decide to work some more on the journal.  It will help pass the time.  Stitched on one of the pages and with the extra fabric stitched some to the side of one of the pages.  I am actually enjoying myself.  The peace and quiet and working on the journal is quite comforting.  I stop now and decide to explore the island some more before retiring for the night.  I look out at the ocean to see if I can see some signs of a ship, hoping to be rescued.

Day 5:  I am almost finished with the journal.  I take what is left of the coffee dyed paper and make a small booklet.  With the last piece of the scrapbook paper, I make a back pocket and with the last of the coffee dyed paper, I write a letter to my love ones, should this be found and not I.

I glue the booklet to the last page and tuck the letter into the back pocket.  It has been an experience, but one I shall never forget.  

Day 6:  Another beautiful morning, but now I am becoming disillusioned. Will I ever be found?  Is this where I am to spend the rest of my life?  I continue to explore the island.  There must be more.  There has to be more.  I drink from the stream and bring back with me the last of the berries I have found.  I continue to work on the journal and am finally finished.  I have written in it my experiences here on the island.  The beauty, the tragedy, but hopefully not the ending.  I am so tired.  I need to sleep.

Day 7:  I awake to a loud noise.  What is it?  What is that sound?  I finally come out of my sleep and realize it is a bull horn.  I am being told they are sending a boat out to rescue me.
I AM BEING RESCUED!  Not all is lost.

I will miss you, you wonderfully mysterious island.  Your beauty, your sunsets and wonderfully awesome mornings.  I must return home now.  I do not belong here.  This is your island and it all belongs to you.