Sisters Make the Best Fans!

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My sister is an artist. I am an artist. We share ideas, methods, struggles. That is a blessing beyond compare. Both of us would describe the other as our biggest fan.

What I most admire about Barb Pearson is her very conscious effort to make how she lives an open book. Truth and authenticity are the standards she constantly practices upholding. And it shows–in her paintings and in her life.

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Hook

Hook

“I am looking for a good hook,” she said. “The kind that lures people in.”

“People? What do you want to lure people into?” She had certainly caught his curiosity.

“Myself, actually.”

Now he was a little confused. “You want to lure yourself in?”

“Yes. I want to find something that really excites me, sends a jolt of electricity through me, lights me up. I’m just not sure what that is yet.”

“I was hoping I excited you a bit.”

“I said something that excited me, not someone.” She kissed him like she meant it. “But as important as a good relationship is, it doesn’t replace doing something where I can contribute to life, with a capital L, if you know what I mean.”

“Love has a capital L.” He grabbed her, held on tight. “But I do know what you mean. You are looking for a purpose to your life, THE purpose. It is a worthy goal. Laudable, with a capital L.

She gave him a push, pretending to be annoyed, but she knew he would support her completely. He was that kind of man. Which made her a lucky woman.

Lucky, with a capital L.

 

 

 

Source

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Everywhere she turned, she heard music. It took some time before she realized that it was coming from her. She was the source.

She had always known it was buried deep within her. Sometimes it almost surfaced, got loud enough so that she actually began to hear words along with the melody. Lyrics–they must be lyrics; part of a song, a story. A lyrical story. And she wanted, no she needed to hear it.

Perhaps she needed to sing it, but how could she, if the words were not clear?

She felt as if she was a bell just learning how to ring. Ring with a capital R. Add the word Right, to that. Didn’t she have the right to hear the music inside of her?

Why else would it be there, if not for her to hear?

Too Serious and Funny At the Same Time

Other clowns know how serious we truly are under the funny face makeup.

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I have often been told I think too hard and am too serious.

But I love to laugh and enjoy making others laugh. You might say I have always been somewhat of a clown, and other clowns know how serious we truly are under the funny face makeup.

Well, here is a caricature I made (from a selfie) that encapsulates those two parts of my nature.

It is a seriously funny look at a very serious expression. Flattering? Hardly. But funny? Absolutely.

I figure that if I can post this, I can post just about anything.

 

I Don’t Know Which Is Bigger

Carolyn Hall Young demonstrates that when life throws you limitations, you can still “Live Life Large.”

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Purple Heart ~ by Carol Wiebe

I am fairly new to the world of art using iPad apps, but I was very soon drawn to the work and spirit of this woman: Carolyn Hall Young.

I don’t know which is bigger, her talent or her heart.

This Vimeo video is one where Carolyn shares her approach to life and art. She “gifts” people with digital portraits that delight and uplift both the receivers of those portraits, and those of us who witness the responses.

Carolyn Hall Young manages to circumvent imposed limitations and live life large.

When we put down ideas of what life should be like, we are free to wholeheartedly say yes to our life as it is.- Tara Brach

 

Blessed and Cursed

 

Blessed and Cursed~digital art by Carol Wiebe aka CAWeStruck
Blessed and Cursed~digital art by Carol Wiebe aka CAWeStruck 

An artist is blessed and cursed with vision.

Blessed, because she has the ability to make it visible.

Cursed, because that does not guarantee anyone will be open to that vision.

But whether or not she has an “audience,” an artist must say what is in her to say.

When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.”  ~ Audre Lorde