The Learning Dreamer

Recently, I noticed that sharing art is not always reciprocal with people around me. I mean: when my partner tells me about his findings on some techniques for his scale modelled tanks, I listen with attention. When I start getting about my stuff, well, I see him yawning. I know. It is boring to talk about which hero we hate or like. Or sharing my cynical ideas I got to write on that unispired day.   But then, when you live with one person who doesn't seem to be interested, well, you keep these to yourself. Frankly, I find he has much more imagination than I do. I find he is much more thorough and structured and organized than I am. I fit greatly against my bee profile, going from one beautiful shinny project to the other. That's how I am.  So I keep these projects to myself, especially my writing. I am not even planning to share anything with my close people when I publish my words.    When I read back those last lines, I get it: low self-estim...

I have been working ot that flash fiction. It's a challenge because I write it in English, and I edit it myself. there will probably be mistakes: grammar, syntax, and other errors. But I'm happy with the end result. One last pass (edit) than you willl read it here! Promised! Am I rambling too much? I also have a life on Instagram and Goodreads

As I'm writing the first draft of this post, I'm on vacation.  I chose the 2 weeks right before Easter, so I could extend this time away from work.  For the very first time in the last 10 days, I caught myself thinking about work during my morning meditation. There are still 5 days left before going back. How come did I think of work? What happened overnight that made me like that? Here I am with my questions, wondering if I'm heading to a burnout. I don't think I am, but I know I need to be careful with that. I often take things to heart, a bit too much. Too much involved, as they say. Sometimes,  I feel we (i.e. the couple I'm in) are ready for a next chapter of our lives. I'm ready for another chapter. What would happen in the long run if I decided to retire now? What if I get to be an artist and, maybe one day, a grandmother ? What if I get all that free time to create and keep my empty nest clean, less cluttered, with updated decorations and interior design...

This talk really helped me understand basic elements on telling a good story: thank you, Alan Alda for that Big Think !  Am I rambling too much? I also have a life on Instagram and Goodreads

My Messy Atelier Where I Make Stuff My whole life, I have been alternating writing with making stuff. I could not choose between one or the other. At 52, I chose to NOT choose: I do what I feel like I want to make and create.  Since that decision, I feel much more at peace, I'm more creative, more inclined to show and share my work. I finish what I start. As I was also taking time to journal my progress, I became more conscious of the process, my process. I found that my brain has two ways. One with words, and one with lines, colors, shapes and textures. One with thoughts and a pen, the other one with whatever my hand can find to create with those brain-eyes (my invention), more visual. I discovered Creative Me has seasons in a year. For example, summers are for making stuff and reading. Winter is for writing, and a bit of drawing and painting. Equinoxes help transition from one to another.  If I can, I read all year long but, this past year, I added a graduate program to my ...

This artist wrote something that gave me a haha moment, just like this other  commenters . In the following, I share my thoughts on inspiration and my art process. I'm often told by my visual art mentor (my mom) that I worked too much on that piece from my art journal or my sketchbook. Some readers of my words told me the same. Today, I just figured out my art journal, my sketchbook, my bullet journal, my Pride List , carry the same goal: help me think and evolve. They are my progress and inspiration notes. It took me years of Morning Pages, then a daily sketch practice in a bullet journal to understand what was a writer's notebook. Talk about a curvy and detoured journey! I love how Eibhlin explains the purpose of her zine : to share and document her ideas while working on a concept, knowing that this will inspire other artists to create a work of art. Just like she got ideas from others' projects. To me, any creation (visual, writing, musical, engineered, built, etc.) ...

My mother gave my daughter a box of watercolor pencils when she was around 10 years old i.e: about 10 years ago. The other day, I took them out of their box to draw and paint. Those pencils carry the label of " aquarellable ". Their color will dissolve in water. Unfortunately, it did not. I tried several types of papers, with the 12 pencils, butt felt like I was using with my wooden crayons. And they did not react to water at all. How frustrating.  Since I'm a lucky genXer with a job, I went to my favorite art store and bought a black and a white aquarellable pencils. Those ones were real and new watercolor ones! Unlike the old, I discovered that my daughter's 10 year-old birthday gift was done filling it's purpose. Not in a literal way because I can still use them to only. color. and. draw. Only.  I expected to use them in my new found passion : watercolor arts.  Morale of The Story: USE BEFORE IT DRIES!  With time, our art material gets rotten or dry.  Pigment...