My Completed Full Moon Piece

I haven’t been painting or sketching or doing much of anything due to illness lately…I mean, weeks of nothing…heck, I was having issues this past week even locating where my working art journal had been stashed, because I had put them away when we got the cats to keep them out of the way and safe from little kitties.


The way she came into being was me standing, staring out at the Moon as She was nearly full, asking…a lot of questions…and the response I received was…make a wish…write down and art about your heart’s most fondest desires.  Those wishes, for me, I have distilled down to three key points, which I have no desire to share publicly at the moment…but this is what came up.

She is a peahen.  The original idea I had was to decorate her with swirls and designs and all sorts of things, but as I came to sit with her to do these things, the whole, I am a peahen, still beautiful, yes, but I don’t have to show off the way the peacock does…so just let me be…and for the most part, that is what I did.


Full Moon Spread

The Full Moon was this past Friday...and Fridays are always a madhouse around here, what with the fetching and the carrying that has to go on…

I did start my art journal spread on Friday…as seen here:

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WIP Full moon journal spread begun

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Alas, I have not yet made the time to finish it …

Instead, I grabbed a spare piece of book paper that was actually laying under my keyboard…where I stash all manner of strange things…and I started to sketch in charcoal…

Her color is from white paint and soft pastels…that, with the charcoal, is all I used on this piece.

When I was done, I sealed her…then glued her into a journal, one of my altered book journals.

The background visible around the edges…is just bleed-through from the page behind…


The Full Moon Spread

Technically, what I am about to show you is not my ‘official’ Full Moon art journal spread for this month…but it is something I did in collusion with the Full Moon energies.  This is actually the second of three spreads,  Each spread was done in a different journal, based solely on the whims of my Muse, for whatever reason.

The first spread was done in a journal too large to fully capture on the scanner bed–so I took photographs instead…and when I was editing and everything this afternoon…I actually couldn’t find the camera, so I figured this one needs to wait a bit longer before it is revealed.

The third spread, the ‘official’ Full Moon spread, is still in progress..and may be for a day or two, because if I thought sickness ruled the house earlier this week, I was wrong…it has now settled on me and is hitting me with a vengeance, so I am not pushing myself in any direction other than rest–and hot tea.

So…you are left with the second of three spreads today.

She is a step in a different direction for me.  I like that.  I like the idea of her.  I like where she is going.  I am happy with her.  I love how she turned out.

And yes, the left page is all background,  No focal image.  No writing.  No quote.  Nothing.  It’s supposed to be like that.  The background itself — that once spread across both pages–holds its own message for me.



Here’s the cropped version, of just Her.

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The Full Moon Art Journal Spread

This was a good process for me this month.  I had so much I hadn’t realized that I was carrying that I needed to release.

The art journal as a sacred space for prayer has been a recent development for me…and one I take great pleasure in utilizing.

I had to take a picture via instagram because I used Folk Art neon pink paint in the background.  Neon paint does not show up when I use my scanner…so I wanted to make sure that there was at least one picture somewhere that showed the gorgeous pink.

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Wip…full moon spread in progress

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Here is the finished spread:

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That neon pink really does not show well at all in this scan.  But it is there, several more layers than the instagram picture would let you believe.

I could go into a great deal of explanation about what each side means to me, and what it represents to me…but that is my stuff.  If you can read the tiny writing in this piece, then perhaps, coupled with this last post of mine, you might have an idea.  I’m just going to leave it at that.


Litha, Summer Solstice, And The Full Moon

Yesterday was a big day for me.

I painted.

I haven’t really been painting all that much lately.

I have been doing the 2 minute self-portraits, with and without the kids.  I have a ton of backgrounds prepped and ready to go from 2 weeks ago…and then…nothing…just sort of empty space.

Sometimes when nothing is going on and when I am not painting, I get frustrated–I get worried–what if I never pick up a brush again?  What if I get so overwhelmed, what if I get stuck in the chair with the toddler, what if I am never able to get back to my work…and so on and so on and so on…

Other times, like this past week, nothing happens really and no art is made and I am perfectly ok with that–because I know…there is plenty going on beneath the surface.

I know I have been gestating, incubating, centering in and rooting down…and I know that I am moving forward, on the same journey, but with a renewed faith and a renewed vigor…

But still…when it hit me to start painting yesterday…I didn’t think anything was amiss.

I started my day by a quick (under 5 minutes, yes, timed) coloring in of yesterday’s two-minute sketch.  I use soft pastels for this process.  I used a cotton swab to blend, rather than my finger.

She was done with an extremely limited palette.  I let myself use, four, maybe five shades of green to finish her.  Nothing else.

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That is fine.  That’s my usual.  It doesn’t count as “real art”–it counts as practice.  And freedom.

Then, I stepped up to my art journal where I have been working on this spread for … more than a week…I knew I was going to make this my Solstice/Full Moon spread when I started it.  It’s one of the reasons I wanted to start it when I did, so I could work on it a bit every day up until the 20th.  It sort of worked that way.  I had planned to finish the whole spread over the weekend…and never touched it all weekend because things were too discombobulated.

So, I stepped up to it Monday afternoon…and I stopped thinking and I just did what felt good.


(My apologies for the string from a previous spread falling over the top of this picture…I didn’t notice it until well after I had uploaded the piece.)

When I went through all my stuff recently, I saw all this imagery of these imaginary flowers and it struck me how I have drawn and scribbled these things for decades…DECADES…and I had to wonder why I had stopped…so I decided to stop making myself make pretty art spreads, or to do art spreads that I had learned to do via classes (really GOOD classes, mind you)…and I just let myself play…and I love it…I love the result.

I kept trying to work the balance of masculine and feminine energies–I kept that in mind while I worked.

Once that spread was dry and sealed…I sort of flipped through that particular journal.  There are only six remaining open spreads left in that journal, which kinda tickled me, since i am in the process of hand-binding yet another journal using coptic binding and an old book cover.

I left the book open, to allow it to dry even more…and went about my business (reading email that I had ignored over the weekend, listening to videos playing in the background, chasing ornery children)…when it hit me…

I pulled up that journal, took my trusty Bic pen, and started to write on an open spread…and this is what came of that allowance:

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Layers and layers and layers of water soluble oil pastels.

Layers of paint, followed by layers of water soluble oil pastel.

Repeated…repeated…repeated…until I was happy.

Then the scribbling…and the final message…and — it felt amazingly good to just allow the intuitive process to unfold and flow as it did with this piece.

And yet…there was another journal open.

After that first spread, I had left-over paint, so I grabbed another journal, opened it up and threw down the paint…thinking it would dry, I would shut the book and set it back on the shelf until another day called me to play on that substrate.  I even did a bit of scribbling with a charcoal pencil.

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WIP. journal spread

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Then, after a quick call from someone I love…

I pulled that journal back out and I pulled out the paints and the water soluble oil pastels…and I really stopped trying to remember everything I had been taught in all my classes and I just let things happen…

and this is the result…

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I love her face, because all I did was throw color at it.  I scribbled with the pastels.  I didn’t push.  I didn’t force.  I let it happen–and then I let it be.

That flower shape, that pod shape, leaf shape, petal shape, maybe even feather shape–I draw it all the time…in various ways, all over the place…and this is where and how it felt right…

And so it is.

Here is to a new era in my work.

Thanks for following along.






Birthing The Light

Inspired by a subject line of an email I received this past month…

It began life as this:

Well, ok, fine, truthfully this is a reclaimed canvas…but for this incarnation…this is where it began…

Then…after beginning as a largely abstracted mandala…it went here:


And here is the finished product…

I didn’t realize when I took the picture, the painting is upside down…