This Moment - 8/28

{this moment} - A weekly ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

This Moment - 8/21

{this moment} - A weekly ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

This Moment - 8/13

{this moment} - A weekly ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

This Moment - 8/5

{this moment} - A weekly ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

** This week, I'm breaking the rules.  This week, my moment is me - and I need to use words. 

This week I made the step to start seeing a therapist to finally start to process trauma and anxiety from the last eight years.  This week I rearranged my career and committed to working through the challenges I needed to become a better me.  This week I took an extra hour for myself, away from my kids to just sit.   Normally my moments are of my babies, my joys, things around me...

this week, my moment is me. ***

This Moment - 7/29

{this moment} - A weekly ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

 

 

This Moment - 7/22

{this moment} - A weekly ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

 

 

When We Were But Stars

I started a new painting (or three) today, with the idea of creating a visual version of a poem I wrote.  I've always loved art that comes in pieces, so this was done on three different canvases.  Normally I finger paint with acrylics on canvas, but today I wanted to play with spray paint.  This is a combination of spray paint and acrylic fingerpainting.

The poem:

I've loved you once before

maybe when we were but stars

the sky our playground

The lines that define will never be simple

the heart that is whole

will laugh and cry

Until we combine again,

dancing, shining, existing, love.

The painting:

The stars have tiny beads adhered for texture, a technique I was inspired to try by an artist I met in Las Vegas last weekend.