Tuesday Life

Special thoughts (rainbow solidarity)


Special thoughts to Annie, all my bits are crossed that everything goes smoothly for you. xx  






Time is flying and I can't seem to catch up.... !

MG with Patch. This sums him up. 

We've had a busy couple of days with lots of hugs and cuddles from TJ, waiting for his asthma to settle. Stressing about MG, who just got his licence and is exploring the world with his new GF :)  and chilling with JD, listening to him drumming and guitaring.. happy times.




I've also been spending some time re-organising STUFF.

WIP An accident while I was experimenting

Like ,my art table which was a total unusable space ( I NEED A STUDIO ALL TO MYSELF - just saying), my kitchen has been overtaken by Mr Happy Pants since his accident last July and I'm trying to claim some of it back, my bedroom looks like I live in it again not just passing through and I'm  trying to have a happier attitude in general. I think spending a little bit of time each night journaling is helping me process my thoughts and feelings. I'm getting back into my journaling, painting and drawing and have thoroughly enjoyed some accidents while playing. It feels good to be getting back my mojo. 


Some excitement ahead
I'm getting very excited to be heading to Melbourne in May with my bestie to attend the APPAs. I'm part of her rent a crowd and after seeing some of her latest shots I can't wait. 


Time with my babies
I took the kids to Lake Samsonvale yesterday to spend some time near the water, the swans, the ducks and spent half the time there laughing at my kids antics. We had a great time even with the cool wind and cloudy skies. Sadly the boys have discovered at ages 13 and 15 they are too big for the playground... lol Had to happen. 

I can't convince TJ he NEEDS a haircut...lol

We then headed to our Turtle Park, to another playground and MG and I came to the rescue of a small brown snake that was not in a happy place. Great work to the Moreton Bay council guy who moved it away from the playground.




We had left Mr Happy Pants at home and managed to escape just as he was waking... I was having some time out with the 3 boys ALONE and it was just what we all needed. I would have preferred a trip to Redcliffe but time was not on our side.. I NEED to smell the ocean again SOON. As a Newcastle girl it's hard living away from the beach. I remember laying in my bed at night listening to the waves breaking.. so calming. 

JD .. not wanting to smile

Taxi time
Today was spent taking Mr Happy Pants (aka The Man when he deserves it :))))   ) from appointment to appointment with no warning and I was not a happy Woodpuddle as my plans were to drop MG at work, come home and paint till it was time to go to work. I feel like I'm being taken for granted by him at the moment....not happy Jan.
I mean how hard is it to let me know a day or so ahead so we can all have our needs met? Instead of demanding I be his taxi for the day... Mr Happy Pants needs a slight attitude readjustment at the moment and I'm just the girl to give it to him.. hehe. How can you convince someone the only disability they have is the limitations they are putting on themselves?? 


Tomorrow it's Mummy Muffins, like a bacon and egg Maccas thingy but sooooo much better :) with maple syrup. I think the kids will be happy... I know I will be.


Hello to the bloggy readers from Russia. Not sure what is sending you here but HI.

Being 'creative' + WIP

I'm working on a couple of pieces at the moment that I'm loving and while I wait for bits to dry I'm net surfing and came across a post in a group I attend, rather infrequently of late and it started me thinking. The post was about leaving our creativity behind... back in our childhood. The lovely lady was a mathematician who has reconnected with her creativity after being stifled for years.

WIP - This piece is about how 

invisible I feel at the moment and I'm asking if 'you' can see me. 

As a kid I was always a) reading or b) drawing.  I got the message early on that I was not a singer.. thanks Mum...lol but found out in later years that I could hold a tune rather well and had an opportunity to do some singing with a band BUT all those years of remembering I was NOT the singer created nerves that I just could not get past. Still can't do much of singing in public without a panic attack nearing...LOL and yes I can laugh about it.




Drawing.. wellll. I have a lovely cousin who was the designated 'artist' in the family. I remember holidays at her place where I would come home inspired and would draw and doodle etc. BUT seeing as though she was the artist in my head (again) that meant I wasn't. Sooo I didn't major in art at school even though when I was in my art classes I felt safe, free and at home. With all those smells etc I was inspired and anything I did do.. I was great at..:))) but I wasn't the artist in the family. 

WIP.layed down some shapes sprayed

 with inks and paints 

I think the messages we are given, hear, assume are about us are so terrible. Who knows where I might have ended up if I wasn't given the labels... ?? Singer, songwriter, artist. Maybe, maybe not but I would sure feel better about the way I feel when it comes to the creative me and I would probably have followed my heart because I trusted it... deep.


Reading was safe...   I couldn't read for a couple of years.. really read I mean. I couldn't concentrate long enough to get through a page. My general anxiety levels were so high I couldn't do much of anything.  








That's when I found art journaling. I feel I should be singing these words from a mountain top so the world can hear. 

ART JOURNALING  HEALS

It has stilled the noise in my head. The noises of anxiety, depression, panic... etc. When the world let me down I really didn't cope and took it way too personally. 


2 weeks ago I was experiencing chest uncomfortableness. I'm not in any of the 'risk groups' for cardiac disease but a voice in my head was over thinking the situation and the more I thought the more pain I was having...lol  So I tried to see my Dr but she couldn't fit me in and wanted me to present directly to our local hospital emergency room.. fun..NOT. 

WIP - Doodle art. I've discovered India Ink.. woohoo. 

This piece will be doodled ALOT

Anyway. . . after a holiday from home (overnight stay) and a barrage of tests I was let go with NO bad news from the heart.. yay. BUT I started thinking (rationally) and realised that most of the time I was experiencing this chest sensation I was stressing about something and being a little panicky.... ahaaaa. 


So since my little holiday I'm being much more conscious of how much my creative time is helping me.. :) and looking after me a little bit more than I was. 


:))