A random babbling on creative spirits-

Random babbling on the creative spirit~painting, sewing, baking, boys, an irresistable God and the next 200 feet~

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

What's it really mean to dream? ii

This is one in a series of posts in which Trish attempts to dissect the purpose and meaning of dreaming; of looking beyond what is to what if~
Working my way towards the answer myself....and here's the part II-dream I put on paper before me~


Back to my original post, my intent from the start of this search and query.

I'm risking.
I'm tossing my dreams out there.
Not to get responses. Not to hear the naysayers-neither the
encouragers.

I'm dreaming in pen and ink so I can see it
so I can live it
And so I can be it.

I'm tossing my dreams out there.
out here.

'Do the hard work to find a superior answer'

Dream part two
Monastic
introspective
introverted (look up the true definition before you judge)
contemplative
lifestyle-
or something as yet
intangible,
and similar~
that lives in this
sensibility
realm.
That's all I know.

Dream bigger than myself,
unattainable in who I am alone,
unclear on how it fits into where I am
what I do
who I support
and where I look to be going.


But that's it; dream part ii:
to explore and pursue.

I've heard tell it can fit into
a 'real life'.
I've never had a real life
so I look forward to seeing how it
fits into my life....
truth be told,
it's already lurking
around the edges....

If Doris Day can do it.
in love. trish

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

What's it really mean to dream? II

This is one in a series of posts in which Trish attempts to dissect the purpose and meaning of dreaming; of looking beyond what is to what if~
Working my way towards the answer myself....and here's the first dream I put on paper before me~


Back to my original post, my intent from the start of this search and query.

I'm risking.
I'm tossing my dreams out there.
Not to get responses. Not to hear the naysayers-neither the
encouragers.

I'm dreaming in pen and ink so I can see it
so I can live it
And so I can be it.

I'm tossing my dreams out there.
out here.

'My first dream that's bigger than myself, feels presumptuous to write down, and it totally crazy-unfit for who I've ever been~'

'We should each be mentored, and mentoring. It is through connection and sharing of our mistakes, successes, triumphs and tragedies that we help the next move into their own place'

my first of three dreams:
bigger than I am
more than I can picture
Trish from past
embracing in Trish of future.
but still
a dream.
so there.
If it is bigger than me,
than my past can confess to
or my present support
then it is a dream.
and dreams are possible
in my world
because they come from
a place bigger than me!

my first 'put it out there dream'...


to be mentoring
(12 people)
within two years.

I don't know how.
I don't know what capacity.
I don't know who.
But I want to do this.
To see my passion,
my inspiration,
inspire others.

I have lived almost
46 years.
All these years can't be
marked,
filed,
stored up,
reviewed,
cataloged
for
nothing~
There.
The first of my big dreams.
my first 'write it in black and white dream'
there.
Now that wasn't so hard was it?.....

in love.trish

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

What's it really mean to dream-to ?

 This is one in a series of posts in which Trish attempts to dissect the purpose and meaning of dreaming; of looking beyond what is to what if~
Working my way towards the answer myself....


'The master of the art of living makes little distinction between work and play, labor and leisure, mind and body, information and recreation, love and religion. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him, he's always doing both.'
James Michener

My work is play, and my play is life.
I am blessed.
And yet~
I want more.
I am dreaming-to.
I have a dream-to.
Bigger. Bolder. More.
And it is good.
It is right.
It is prescribed.
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer, He enables me to go on great heights. Habakkuk 3:19
It is all good.
Dream. See how big you are really designed to be.
in love. trish

Thursday, October 11, 2012

What's it really mean to dream, too?

This is one in a series of posts in which Trish attempts to dissect the purpose and meaning of dreaming; of looking beyond what is to what if~
 Working my way towards the answer myself....

Why do I need to leave when all I need is around me?



Just like a dog~ lapping up life post
It plays around the corners of my mind lately; 
relentlessly pursuing my consciousness; 
determinately seeking to be answered.

It is the monkey-brain, the devil-player, the negative-nilly.
I do not listen, as much as hear and respond~

Why do I need to leave when all I need is around me?! 


It taunts like a broken record, 
replaying when I am tired, 
when I am discouraged, 
when I am weak from loneliness or travel demands.

 
Why do I need to leave 
              when all I need is around me?!
I turn it on its tail to run~
Because all that is around me will come with me. 
Will be with me. Will grow with me.

I am not leaving all that I need; I am growing all that I have.
in love. trish.   

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

What's it really mean to dream?

This is one in a series of posts in which Trish attempts to dissect the purpose and meaning of dreaming; of looking beyond what is to what if~
 Working my way towards the answer myself....

I'm risking.
I'm tossing my dreams out there.
Not to get responses. Not to hear the naysayers-neither the
encouragers.

I'm dreaming in pen and ink so I can see it
so I can live it
And so I can be it.
I may fail.
But I don't care.
I will have tried; and become something more than myself right now for having done so.
I may succeed. And ironically the same theory stands: I don't care.
I will have tried, and become something more than myself right now for having done so.

What's your big dream?-No.
What's your biggest dream?
The one tucked into the back pocket of your heart; protected from others' sight but held close to your consciousness?
The one that makes your breath catch and your heart quicken and yet....
stops you up and makes you question your sanity.
struggles against the you, you are now.
stretches to be let free; and you are not sure if it is supposed to live in you so much as escape and go find its true home?!

Are you really enough to support something so big, so rich, so beyond?!

What is that dream?
Can you say it aloud?
Can you share it aloud?
What would happen if you did?
What will happen if you don't?
Are you willing to risk it?
And, which is riskier? doing, or not?
in love. trish


Monday, October 8, 2012

October 8, 2013

What's your world look like today?

beautiful, deserted entryway


pink motorcyclists, runner and bikers lined up for the Two Day~

rusted, sheered at the ground, I beam in pine needles

graffiti crumbing partition wall

traffic cone, broken bricks, cyclone fence

trash strewn field=art installation?

more still life~

a delicious circle-and more rusty cut-off pipe

construction=sculpture!

more rust; now, a widows peak

yes, more rust! I must be iron-(oxide!) deficient today :)
in love. trish

Sunday, October 7, 2012

October 07, 2012

What's your world look like today?
a blessed reminder....


the delight-surprise of a rarely seen journaling male...
an adorable puppy pining for attention over my glasses and green tea~

my finished 'busy-hands' work



a beautiful city




inspiring ceilings
the Atlanta night sky; devoid of stars....















what my world looks like today~
in love. trish.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

how long have you been painting?

How long have you been painting? How long have you done encaustic? How long have you worked this way?
brandishing a paintbrush perhaps?!




How long? I know you’ve heard it too; the value behind the question.  The implied weight of the expected answer.
Do you have longevity in the arts? Has your time spent equated to your time invested? Time. Energy. Duration.
not a feather duster; a new paint applicator :)
When did it become the factor of determination in a good piece of art? In the value of an artist?
Certainly time plays a role; each piece created didn’t happen in the hours of the brush to its particular board, but in the months and years that brought the brush strokes of its composition to lie in just the way it has equal its end result.
So I applaud the test of time.
Just not in the questioning of my worth.
But I answer to it here now because I have reached that line of demarcation; I’ve passed over 40 and can be looked at as a person with experience, a life worth listening to based on years passed by….
I have been an artist all my life.
So cliché.
But I have.
So have you.
So has my engineer dad.
And my human resources sister.
And my facilities manager husband.
We have all been artists our entire lives.
Face it, we are here to create. Just as we’ve been created.
I have been an artist my entire life.
I created the life I am living by breathing through each and every day and choosing to awake to the next.
If you want me to look only at encaustic, I have been an encaustic artist for ten years.
 A decade. 
Splattering into my mixed watermedia before finding my right way into the art of encaustic painting.
But the value of this creation is only complete when it is shared.
So I teach.
And I create more; workshops-
kits to bring encaustic more easily and affordably to a wider audience-
a retreat to indulge the art of mixed media encaustic in a dynamic all inclusive way-
a life traveling and instructing
as many,
 as much,
as far as my eyes can possibly fathom; and then some. 
in love. trish