Land Between

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

making sense

Stepping into this new year, I'm thinking about trusting what I like- MORE.
 Yeah I know that whole trust thing is over used. And what does it really mean? To trust our selves. 
 Trust our ability to say YES to what FEELs aligned with the vibe we are working to tune and create in our life constantly even if it doesn't make sense or seem practical.
I made this collage in my morning sketchbook the other day. Something about the suggestion of meaning and subtle absurdity I really like. The combination of drawing and words and imagery and color is saying YES to me. Ahead. A head. It doesn't have to make sense.
Oh and I love arrows. Going to draw more arrows. I even like the sound the word arrow makes when I say it over and over. Arrow Arrow, air row, hair grow.
Today I am noticing what I like. Acknowledging it. Giving it a tiny nod. 
It's more then saying YES to that which brings me joy, it's naming it and sharing it along the way.
And that like everything else is a practice.

Friday, December 21, 2018

Thank you

I have this tiny plastic bucket on my desk. Sometimes I pick it up and play with it. I like it's size and specificity, the little blue handle, the ridges around. It's like a thimble for imaginary waters.  I pretend filling it up and spilling it out. Why? I don't know. But I like this bucket.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Doing it All

I realized that I haven't posted here since the beginning of the Fall.'s really hard to do it all.
Here is a spread from my anything goes morning sketchbook. I suppose I have been spending more time feeding those pages then this blog. It's ok. This is what I tell myself. It's all ok. We do what we can do and that is enough.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

the practice


                        (this is what i tell myself when i have trouble starting- writing that is)

This week I returned to a practice I've had but then often abandon. Not sure if abandon is the correct word more like get lazy and just don't do it. The practice I'm talking about is morning pages, from the Artist's Way book. 3 pages every morning write. Not every morning produces magical writing that I want to share or ever read again. 99% of it is random word associations, filling up lines with inky scribble script, watching the pen move just to move, but then sometimes like this morning the writing surprises me. It brings me to a place I didn't know I could go. It makes me feel. Yes Feel. When I was in graduate school for art, a professor who was a painter asked me, "What are you after?" My response then was, "I'm after not being after." Clever for the zen buddha in me but not completely accurate. Perhaps I did think that then. Yet now if i were to be asked that same question, it would be different. Actually I'm after something. And it's huge but tiny and invisible and lifts me by the armpits dangling feathers on my cheek. It's a fragment between seconds that almost slips by unnoticed.  It speaks a star spun language and gallops garden air on my tongue. It wants me to sit here and I want to sit with it wanting me to sit here.  Damn it...I am after something. It is real because I feel it. I feel it telling me in it's own feeling way, this is why I am here. I am after more then I can say I am after for I'm afraid it will sound too bold or kind of insane.  I am after the grace of one line, one mark, one image, one tiny action step leading to the next without my knowing what it is before I reach it. I am after the body that bows with thank you, this this this. I am after having what I am after every day to know, grow, and share. I am after filling what I am after into books and art and whatever shape makes me more awake to who I am and what I continue to be after.

Tuesday, August 7, 2018


Chomp Chomp. Sometimes I got nothing to say but I want to be saying something. This is like that. It's me making weird noises for the sake of making weird noises. Chomp Chomp.
(Random collage ink pic found on my phone.)

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

these 3 inspired me

 1. Watched this Nanette last night and was deeply moved. It is a stand up comedy hour but it really becomes something else, it felt necessary for her, like air, she needed to say what she said and she managed to do it in such a way that to me it seemed to create a new art form, one that merges as well as dissects, comedy, storytelling, philosphy, culture, art history, and deep deep awareness energy and TRUTH.
Hannah Gadsby says, “I don’t want to unite you with laughter or anger,” she says. “I just need my story heard.”

2. I have been a long time fan of the picture book maker Anne Herbauts. Last week I picked this one off my shelf and found myself pausing to touch all the beautiful textured pages. Love it!


3. In and of Itself: Saw this illusion show that plays with identity last weekend with my husband. Before you walk in there is a wall with hundreds of cards that all say I AM... You pick one.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

move it move it move it

yeah this morning as I was heading home from my morning walk with my dog Rufus, I put music on my headphones and noticed how my body turned on instantly----to move---in a different way. It  became lit from within to move it groove it mooooove it. A little sway at first and then shoulders rolling hips too. And a bit later at home when I began to draw in my journal I was reminded that movement is necessary it is an expression it is creation. Mark making has an energy it's own. Like the body listening to music it wants to do it's own once again learning and giving space for that to happen.

Take a moment today, put on music, and let your body do what it wants with crayon marker paint in hand or just a wave to the paper may be enough to reignite that creative swirl inside you. 

Thursday, May 3, 2018

melting buddha

 this sketch book page is from a brief drawing things from life practice...

my sister bought me these tiny votive buddha candles for the holidays
 and I love lighting them and watching the buddha head melt.
 it's true the deeper I focus the more I crave focus
which I feel lately is extra challenging.
need to bury my phone for a few days or months.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

File Found

 I'm always finding scraps of paper with notes or drawings in a pile I forgot about. It's like Forest Gump instead of life is a box of chocolates, it's is a pile of never know what your gonna get. Found this file yesterday in a.. yes... smallish pile, with these three words on it (below). Hmmmm-not really sure what I was going for. Perhaps when I label my files next time I shall be more specific. This file sounds like giving birth...

Inside the file I found these:

and this little piece of paper....... 

                                            seems like a good way to spend a few minutes.

 enjoy the day!

Sunday, April 29, 2018

These 3 inspired me

1. I don't remember how I discovered this weekly newsletter/ brain connection extraordinaire offering from the amazing Maria Popova in her labor of love called Brainpickings. But wow I'm glad I did. Last night I went to her Universe in Verse   , a poetry reading but oh so much more then a poetry reading, and left filled with such awe and inspiration how this woman connects poetry and science and philosophy and art and everything.
 I highly recommend signing up for Brainpickings and if you are in Brooklyn next year around earth day,  attend Universe in Verse and or listen to it live streamed.

Love Maria Popova's definition of creativity on her about page.
"The core ethos behind Brain Pickings is that creativity is a combinatorial force: it’s our ability to tap into our mental pool of resources — knowledge, insight, information, inspiration, and all the fragments populating our minds — that we’ve accumulated over the years just by being present and alive and awake to the world, and to combine them in extraordinary new ways. In order for us to truly create and contribute to the world, we have to be able to connect countless dots, to cross-pollinate ideas from a wealth of disciplines, to combine and recombine these pieces and build new ideas."

2. This book, The Art of Asking, by Amanda Palmer I read awhile ago but was reminded of it last night because she read at the Universe in Verse and did this awesome rendition of Joni Mitchell's song Big Yellow Taxi.

3. Recently gobbled up this book by Daniel Handler also known as Lemony Snicket and illustrated by Maria Kalman. who also read at the Universe in Verse.