tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25105525486884933432024-03-06T23:57:35.132-08:00Sunflower Studio...living & loving my destiny...Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-20991629367640690692009-02-14T05:23:00.000-08:002009-02-14T05:41:26.730-08:00The Sweet Jill Badonsky on Valentine's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kI4ddswTKr_k3FayJNCJqXcJr1KSY7v8uQmwXG-VdFXuKZTIa2e_-0iUPQE7nLWmGDbHupxitADmRz6TyKZOWvcW6rRg-Ip24bsp2R9KjenMr_JAXAGle5y0mCek8f7zj9FAUuNKSSib/s1600-h/1awecoversmaller.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645783854762546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kI4ddswTKr_k3FayJNCJqXcJr1KSY7v8uQmwXG-VdFXuKZTIa2e_-0iUPQE7nLWmGDbHupxitADmRz6TyKZOWvcW6rRg-Ip24bsp2R9KjenMr_JAXAGle5y0mCek8f7zj9FAUuNKSSib/s320/1awecoversmaller.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><strong>How blessed I am to be on Jill Badonsky's Blog Tour. This author/illustrator/creative gure is one of my idols. I am so thrilled to take part!Since it is a Valentine's Day interview I am going with love themed questions:<br /></strong><br /><strong>What do you LOVE about the work you do?<br /></strong>I am deeply in love with the creative process, in using it to express the quirky and surprising things are delivered to me by my Muse and in discovering more and more about it. To be able to share those discoveries with others in a fun, inspiring, and practical way is just an amazing blessing. I feel like I'm using my talents to inspire others.<br /><br /><strong>2. What time of the day/week/year to you LOVE and find the most inspiring?</strong><br />Any moment the Muse nudges me is a good time of the day: early morning brings the promise of another sacred beginning, late mornings hikes are grand (since I work for myself, that's when I have my staff-meetings with me and me and me), mid-afternoon naptime is sublime, late night mischief is splendid, and I can't say enough about feeling exhausted in a good way when it's time for the head to hit the pillow.</div><br /><div><br />My favorite day is Friday because I begin to embrace the creative possibility of the weekend.<br />I like Spring, Fall, Summer and Winter, but mostly the first four. There's something to love about all of them.<br /><br /><strong>What do you LOVE about your office or studio?<br /></strong>I love how convenient it is to reach anyone in the world while sitting on my futon with my kitties, my comforter and my computer. I love the art on my walls. I love my red kitchen. I love having handy pens and watercolor paints.<br /><strong><br />4. You seem to LOVE empowering personal growth. Please offer your best piece of advice for budding artists/entrepeneurs.</strong><br />Lower your expectations at the beginning, ask yourself small questions whenever you can, take one small step and trust that the way will be made clear but above all, make it fun.<br /><br /><br /><strong>5. It's Valentine's Day a holiday that is commonly associated with candy. Describe which candy (chocolate or otherwise) you are most like and why.<br /></strong>I like papaya.. I'm currently into whole, delicious, fruit and once the sugar addiction subsided.. there is no candy that compares to fruit.</div><br /><br /><br /><br />**Due to technical difficulties (are you listening Blogger?) I am unable to add the page from the Awe-manac today. I will post it on Monday, February 16 (assuming all is well with Blogger.) <em>sorry Jill. </em><br /><p>Thank you to Ms. Badonsky for the opportunity to visit with you. Let's do it again real soon.</p><p>To my readers~ enJOY this creative thinker.</p><p> </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p><p> </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=5938431fcc&view=att&th=11f72bef54746c06&attid=0.3&disp=inline&zw" target="_blank"></a>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-62853881364388119052009-01-27T07:54:00.000-08:002009-01-27T07:57:10.979-08:00Awe-fully Excited, Jill Badonsky Interview coming soonIt won't be long before she's here. Creativity Coach and author, among other fabulous titles, Jill Badonsky will make a quick stop on her blog tour. On February 14 she'll pay me a visit and answer a few questions about herself. Expect fun. Expect a Valentine sweet piece.<br /><br />enJOY!Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-44669651655962644552009-01-20T06:36:00.000-08:002009-01-20T06:43:38.335-08:00Manifestastical...the magic of manifestation<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_EZN7dekrMH7XMb8jOgJdNSlYiGpK_t5CoCLwRfbVYMGEvklUe6LE4xW0vSvdrToZX8g7MmgYPMXDIMK3ZQTW9obeEWA_Ce0trEvsP8IfbKV7DhDDmGD0tfux4-r-WIoWKVuntCtwnEd0/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293386204304145666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_EZN7dekrMH7XMb8jOgJdNSlYiGpK_t5CoCLwRfbVYMGEvklUe6LE4xW0vSvdrToZX8g7MmgYPMXDIMK3ZQTW9obeEWA_Ce0trEvsP8IfbKV7DhDDmGD0tfux4-r-WIoWKVuntCtwnEd0/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>The possibility of each new day is felt in the morning sunrise.</em> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Isn't it just magical when you realize you called something in to your reality?<br /><br /><br /><br />You thought of it and it appeared. You let go of the end result and magic happened. Pure intention innocently crafted is readily brought into our material world if only we let go of the result.<br /><br /><br /><br />It wasn't long ago that I arrived at my waitressing job and said to myself it would be nice to make at least one hundred dollars tonight. Of course, looking around the restaurant I couldn't see that it would happen, or at least it didn't look hopeful.<br /><br /><br />I quickly remembered that I am Pure Potential. I remembered that between Point A and Point B there is this thing called POSSIBILITY. I didn't know HOW it would happen I only needed to know there was a possibility it could happen.<br /><br /><br />Then and there I reminded myself that anything was possible and I went about my work.<br /><br /><br />How delightful that three hours later as I counted the wad of bills in my apron I was way ahead of my goal of $100. POSSIBILITY. I gave thanks to my own self for remembering that manifestation requires the letting go and the faith of POSSIBILITY.<br /><br /><br /><br />Remembering that manifestation requires the letting go and the faith of POSSIBILITY is key.<br /><br /><br />Try this yourself and see. Yee ha!<br /></div>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-63242016677417653052009-01-08T12:28:00.000-08:002009-01-08T12:45:37.581-08:00Sunflower Studio news, Jill Badonsky Plans a VisitAre you a fan of <em>The Nine Modern Day Muses and a Bodyguard</em>? Do you use the Awe-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">manac</span>? Are your creative juices overflowing due to a very special lady's tips, tricks and coaching? If the answer is <em>yes</em> then be sure to keep checking in to Sunflower Studio for a very big Valentine Event. You will LOVE this.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289025187481171954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghW0CDtk2WxjrCG_uSkx7R7XhMpOI5zudfcdbT_m7fhLMuIDvUQieeQIeaFiUcmejrcqFhneOUM-dRyTpbuIdBUl9LN7Sxr40irLaclbTLo6c8YYpp7eokDZf8HWZ8Ud1M8jcUvLeHEg0n/s320/jill+badonsky.jpg" border="0" /> Yes, it's true the ever creative master of muses, Jill <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Badonsky</span> is planning a short visit. Together <div><br /><div>we have planned a short interview to be relayed here at <strong>Sunflower Studio in February on Valentine's Day. Mark your calendar for February 14!</strong><br /></div><div></div><br /><div>So, bring your favorite chocolate bar, a hot drink, pencil and paper (for note taking) and plan on eavesdropping on my conversation with one of my idols. </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289026554399242402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWkPGfYLBWn-E58fHL-AY-IuY9movVGLgtKh9DkhHCHZH31_16bW53Nda_959-oIVGdJjOJy-FN2oY2-3Wo-RIIvIqom0fHjrU_CyBVZAwiLERSiOWwyu_OwhVtsICsgUB3TNMGAMHA1p/s320/Abstract+A.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>My second piece of news is bittersweet. Bitter?! Yes. I will be closing Sunflower Studio. What does this mean to you? It means you will no longer be able to find me at this URL. I thank Blogger and more than that I thank Melba who introduced me to blogging. Sunflower Studio was there for my personal growth, and grow I have, in ways that I didn't even go into online. You only saw a Nth of what I was going through. </div><div></div><br /><div>It's bittersweet I said. Sweet? Yes. It's sweet because I am reopening a new blog at a new address with a new name. I will be announcing it soon. My new blog will be more for my creative self, less of my personal self. It's not like I won't tell you if I go surfing, I will tell you. (However, don't count on ever seeing me surfing." I simply am ready to go in another direction.</div><div></div><br /><div>I hope you will stay on board, my door is always open and hey, I'll leave the light on for you. </div><div></div><br /><div>Updates about the new blog will come soon. You will be able to find the Jill <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Badonsky</span> interview here and at the new locale. </div></div>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-69619397712937730072009-01-04T11:15:00.001-08:002009-01-04T11:53:53.720-08:00Empowering Our Children...Just Be Yourself a Children's Book by a Maine Author<div align="center"><em>JUST BE YOURSELF</em> story and art by Tamra L. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Veilleux</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527363996913826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6PRigynpcL1BiaqySf9q_JvQi78qMdjTnmvAfOQqmaT5KexYQXOxJ02imi4Mid_o9n_-aY-RDdbjxUrLtKHZgGBdKcR-sKzR_MGt6E5AiFM-SXeMeS0V6T11o5kJfQwQToQVBhWKkgAC/s320/Just+Be+Yourself...cvr.JPG" border="0" /><br /><em>When short, orange carrot gets pulled from the comfort of the dark sweet soil he becomes confused about his possible contribution to the world. What could a short orange one be good at? After asking the wisest ones he can find carrot discovers that by putting aside worry, relaxing, and having fun he can uncover exactly what he’s good at.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAITp21KcCyMpZEEEZ6WrS6d-Hy_2kANU2jQJmjgJwWZ6MTLKINA44AsjLHCFlSgebcQCVrcEUxNvnEPpCevoAM5xNX4qF2ftZp-ov7vPgBWUYF4HZkYg8eXCUCpiVDXrW6jlH57pHoanJ/s1600-h/The+sun+hid+behind+a+cloud.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527376926317682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAITp21KcCyMpZEEEZ6WrS6d-Hy_2kANU2jQJmjgJwWZ6MTLKINA44AsjLHCFlSgebcQCVrcEUxNvnEPpCevoAM5xNX4qF2ftZp-ov7vPgBWUYF4HZkYg8eXCUCpiVDXrW6jlH57pHoanJ/s320/The+sun+hid+behind+a+cloud.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Have you noticed that many kids feel stressed and pressured?!</strong> <strong>Relieve them of their worry!</strong><br /><br />This colorful short story for ages 3-7 is intended to empower our children. The easy to absorb message is that you can <em>stop worrying</em>. You are perfect and you are enough, no matter who or what you are. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpsI2nb9FQCnodSM1r2v6eVXHVue5wUt1MbJjdx8t7n9CEVccq1kwehAqREKxUisCBLMtMtLtiwzxPtB7dvlx41CkHfInfjSh7lZoI3vGFZP_i1ezrdsSHURm_MOKnBInHoURgS1yysGi/s1600-h/He+jumped+over+the+bunny.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287527372444475922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpsI2nb9FQCnodSM1r2v6eVXHVue5wUt1MbJjdx8t7n9CEVccq1kwehAqREKxUisCBLMtMtLtiwzxPtB7dvlx41CkHfInfjSh7lZoI3vGFZP_i1ezrdsSHURm_MOKnBInHoURgS1yysGi/s320/He+jumped+over+the+bunny.JPG" border="0" /></a> Colorful mixed-media art illustrations with an upbeat story will engage your kids and help them to know that it is okay to JUST BE YOURSELF.</div><div> </div><div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">For information on purchasing this book please contact me directly via email: <a href="mailto:artlady.tlc@gmail.com">artlady.tlc@gmail.com</a> </span><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-44392683487538460662008-12-10T13:03:00.000-08:002008-12-10T13:05:47.433-08:00The Shift MoviePlease. I implore you. Watch this and know that a certain level known as "Critical Mass" has been reached and we are changing. Like minded people in large quantities can move mountains. Congrats to everyone.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.theshiftmovie.com/">www.theshiftmovie.com</a> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;">Enjoy</span>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-42515454881766501862008-12-08T06:09:00.000-08:002008-12-08T06:21:40.519-08:00All Is Miracle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEoQhvrJm7PNBGLXOASIlPtap9vY6qULQ6prJ896tBUDRj_5NFL4l_p5Oi2YnlLS6Fn9CVw2Q0ZM6jIagA_okqPjvEVqdbxCQv4Oq4Q78l-bOTePf5rdBGxml7GxPoMUUsLLsTfkaiyIw/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277423586699349218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEoQhvrJm7PNBGLXOASIlPtap9vY6qULQ6prJ896tBUDRj_5NFL4l_p5Oi2YnlLS6Fn9CVw2Q0ZM6jIagA_okqPjvEVqdbxCQv4Oq4Q78l-bOTePf5rdBGxml7GxPoMUUsLLsTfkaiyIw/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong>A miracle, according to the true meaning of the word, is something admirable; and agreeable to this, all is miracle. The stupendous order of nature, the revolution of a hundred millions of worlds around a million of suns, the activity of light, the life of animals, all are grand and perpetual miracles.</strong><br /><br />So says Voltaire, and I agree <em>"all is a grand and perpetual Miracle."</em><br /><br />Breathe them in. Let them sink into your skin. See them and believe the words of Voltaire.<br /><br />Coming soon to your life. <em>A Miracle.</em> <strong>Starring: YOU!</strong> (he he he, Congrats!)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277423584400142690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHaG-3roJ6m_sW8aexouTFo3NDTFSODvx2ixv6MhBWYa15VQPVO37mimFJPoHcfHlkEh8YnFCIVZ4kg9DU2czMdV9Mqm2djo_Xubgmr76m7hObm-fXS_mj_i-V0hvhsPBZVB1ZP_TtuEiX/s320/Hill+and+I,+black+and+white.jpg" border="0" /><br />And this is me, with one of my own little miracles. (Travel safe, Miss Muffet!)Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-41677051287251989722008-12-02T11:18:00.000-08:002008-12-02T11:37:13.783-08:00Catching Up & Giving Thanks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxczRI5lA9257-PLxFVyRBDnsroSfZ8GaRA1FBDh0hrxanxTymYt_8D1IJ7DvQMAyf0jjViW31qLzn7SKdWR9-EAzLRoPcnXSM8ZBmCxFuSr-MVORV0K2bl8WuIybU4zQOFX_xB8vj8TR/s1600-h/Sentinels+Show,+Oct+08-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxczRI5lA9257-PLxFVyRBDnsroSfZ8GaRA1FBDh0hrxanxTymYt_8D1IJ7DvQMAyf0jjViW31qLzn7SKdWR9-EAzLRoPcnXSM8ZBmCxFuSr-MVORV0K2bl8WuIybU4zQOFX_xB8vj8TR/s320/Sentinels+Show,+Oct+08-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275278028823424322" /></a><br /><br />I have illustrations coming out of my ears. Goodness gracious it feels good. Life has been moving SUPER FAST or now they say UBER fast. Whatever, my head is spinning from all of the movement.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCxRlpVFqpfW2IuRvcq8if8YfKddpJ4fIbrNezcYO7f-kmNJWgqrr9a7rLkdBt4i9t5qQTNTkbjpdo6gQZJBaE7387cDt3Rx8tZL5cFaTpCj2ISYBcb7cmyT3f1mfjk3Xt96uO7cGTQQZG/s1600-h/Sidpicnik.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCxRlpVFqpfW2IuRvcq8if8YfKddpJ4fIbrNezcYO7f-kmNJWgqrr9a7rLkdBt4i9t5qQTNTkbjpdo6gQZJBaE7387cDt3Rx8tZL5cFaTpCj2ISYBcb7cmyT3f1mfjk3Xt96uO7cGTQQZG/s320/Sidpicnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275276119945796914" /></a><br /><br />A have a creativity/life coach now, she is fabulous. Janet Whitehead is her name and you can catch her at www.musingsandmud.com (my hyperlink thingy-ma-bob) isn't working. I am reading Nine Modern Day Muses and a Body Guard by Jill Badonsky. This is an interesting way to stay creative. I am painting. Sketching. Writing. Typing. Organizing. Photographing. And basically trying to prepare myself for 200<br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NQ_i6bO2G-6yI4RfUT28AuceYvhZ3o5dAFPe48QRIWopZdze5LYUEGUzJWQJiK89mM3C4P-2J3fPy1QCmszkyU8OTupHQygmami3DPMkLS3d7U1HuZxujosURdAmL9ezlvHDbgTPfiM7/s1600-h/Red+Rose_edited.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NQ_i6bO2G-6yI4RfUT28AuceYvhZ3o5dAFPe48QRIWopZdze5LYUEGUzJWQJiK89mM3C4P-2J3fPy1QCmszkyU8OTupHQygmami3DPMkLS3d7U1HuZxujosURdAmL9ezlvHDbgTPfiM7/s320/Red+Rose_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275277218760546082" /></a><br /><br />For those of you who love astrology and are fellow Virgos then you had one-hell-of-a-year, too. It's slated to get better, so hang in there.<br /><br />In the meantime I'm loving my destiny. For now, I'm off and running to my latest venture. More later.Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-10088177887036654062008-10-20T03:58:00.000-07:002008-10-20T04:12:25.532-07:00Enjoying AutumnWell it seems as though Blogger won't let me upload pictures. Is anyone else struggling with this? Each week I try again to write and attach pictures and blogger plain old says no. Or maybe it's my tired computer? I'm not sure.<br /><br />I have been a busy little beaver painting and writing and doing the school thing. Life is good, not neccessarily smooth, but good just the same. Autumn's color is so invigorating. I find myself amazed by the vibrant oranges, reds, yellows and pinks. My camera is full of photos I'd love you to see but no thanks to Blogger it isn't going to happen.<br /><br />Here's hoping fall is treating you all well. More on another day when I can wrap my head around this computer issue.Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-71084375599312512242008-09-11T04:10:00.000-07:002008-09-11T04:18:12.739-07:00Get Happy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDV3kOlHYjsQjP6deGSr8QPy1V1NrRsyxqgiYsime_oO4_AqkH28itTw9TuZpAOxFIOBQ87jWAwwXX_k3gtp8lgqr0T6wxbwVezqvGs6KuulkJy6Dd4o7QgQako-emWOktqaDElk7kYAx/s1600-h/love007det.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDV3kOlHYjsQjP6deGSr8QPy1V1NrRsyxqgiYsime_oO4_AqkH28itTw9TuZpAOxFIOBQ87jWAwwXX_k3gtp8lgqr0T6wxbwVezqvGs6KuulkJy6Dd4o7QgQako-emWOktqaDElk7kYAx/s320/love007det.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244720441429115778" /></a><br />Whatever your joy immerse yourself in it.<br /><br />Take a warm bath of happiness. Soak in the waters of contentment as you immerse yourself in whatever it is that makes you happiest. When we truly feel joy from a deep level we attract more joy. So go ahead and do as much as you can of whatever it is that makes you want to sing. I dare you to immerse yourself today.Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-45984853630638190562008-09-04T04:14:00.000-07:002008-09-04T04:43:34.869-07:00Summer's End<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBufmEFgzg_muJOfBEQ0MR8_Mim0O1BZJ0h-tqD2KNhRwW-YtU8h7ffXRhmdxK7AiXbG1upP0orImqTHhbFmXS9OpG4TPWTEiqP29vq5hu2yiuhAVvcudk-Nhu3c-vW3V5ONGzTPes2m5/s1600-h/sunfloer+5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242124856722033026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBufmEFgzg_muJOfBEQ0MR8_Mim0O1BZJ0h-tqD2KNhRwW-YtU8h7ffXRhmdxK7AiXbG1upP0orImqTHhbFmXS9OpG4TPWTEiqP29vq5hu2yiuhAVvcudk-Nhu3c-vW3V5ONGzTPes2m5/s320/sunfloer+5.JPG" border="0" /></a>This photo was taken in one of the fields of cut-your-own flowers at <a href="http://www.wallingfordfarm.com/"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">my work</span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">.<br /></span><div><div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Tis the last days of what most school kids call summer. Being that I'm older now, I can readily see that the best part of summer is this month. September sits well with me. Mildly warm days follwed by crisp nights, the need for another layer, seeing my breath as little puffs of steam as I watch a field hockey game. Aaaah, the sweet days of September. And, oh, how about the sweet smell of the dry leaves falling. Beautiful. It transports me.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>During August I kept busy in the studio. I was busier than ever actually. I really forced myself to make it there two and sometimes three times a week. It's thrilling to have that flow of creativity. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242125644687493154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZXIqLu5_otym4W1tR-EQp0z9l8OuS91CNEIj8OIExJrnAHvnHnmcAO5b3O9uOgwUFWJIQ-yZP82lbGF61czdwj6gxenAjUN10hRZLsEjD82JoY5RD_8zxdwZYn7wY_g4PKvzUE50FzXB/s320/Otto+08.JPG" border="0" />This mixed media piece is titled "You OTTO be in pictures". My grandpuppy is a beautiful blue weimeraner who always wears the goofiest look. Acrylic and pastels on watercolor paper was a comfortable fit.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242126428779577250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0locJOB2cAQFZf1wf7QbbmnkhU1rf5rqNIdQFSeimnts5XYxYmfmK482ZjkkwPYVmwM68CT1mfs_Ok7twXE2ydbbdlOJRuSC2ftWo3EPwBtVvRqbeF6H5aeV9uXlqZSidNHsShyphenhyphenKtCkEf/s320/DSC09478.JPG" border="0" />This old apple tree and I are fast friends. I sat under her so many times. I find her spellbinding, the greens in this photo really capture her beauty. I am anxious to see her change of clothes for fall. Will she go yellow, orange, red? I can only guess.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Other news I should include here:</div><br /><ul><br /><li>I ordered a new camera, it should arrive today as a matter of fact. It's a Sony DSC-H50 10 megapixel beauty. I worked hard all summer, this was a treat to myself. I can't wait to get going with this.</li><br /><li>Art openings galore. Last weekend I attended the opening of "Critters Revisited" at the <a href="http://www.maine-art.com/">Gallery at Chase Hill</a>, the sister shop of the Maine Art Gallery. The entire show was, well, critters (okay, animals). I find myself attracted to the really bold art and the more unusual pieces. Dorrie Koeller and Laura Balombini really interest me, find their links at the Maine-art.com site.</li><br /><li>I picked up Miss Muffet from California. She's here for the next 8 weeks or so. I couldn't be happier.</li><br /><li><a href="http://www.bandaloop.biz/">Bandaloop is rockin.</a> This is one busy place. I highly recommend that if you ever make it to Kennebunkport you try this organic, all natural eatery. Amazing atmosphere and phenomenal food. I am one tired waitress. Apparently we got written up in Downeast Magazine and it has had a huge effect on the restaurant.</li><li></li><li>I discovered, with the help of a <a href="http://www.abbysinthebarn.com/">kind friend</a>, <a href="http://www.pandora.com/">Pandora.com </a>Design your own radio station, I am in heaven.</li><br /><li>I bought four new art books and am having a blast digging in to some new concepts. I am becoming a fanatic sketcher. Here is one of many...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242129603310770994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsaBmcszKiUiVNalQqUKJa7JwxBAMU4hhiD9JsQBTmpIsKpPTsA7lGqGQNwPTJsscqYi0KzsJtgute-Di3MEUUtVaTcjuIazG1wQUnV66t4xP3vV5TOoiiXkqGagFI2WA3MZKdWxPwQh_N/s320/DSC09491.JPG" border="0" /></li></ul><br /><div>Okay, I've decided you don't need a rundown on my day to day, I'll just stop and say to you all that Maine is a great place to be. <a href="http://www.heartwoodcollegeofart.org/">I start school today</a>. Happy girl going to her happy place.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Take care and be well bloggy buddies.</div>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-26526163828163201732008-08-27T15:53:00.000-07:002008-08-27T16:04:10.729-07:00Mixed Media Blessings<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239335203075678866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIseW7mxQ1bJQx7sHghg8oOtKLEk7czj_uAPF_ZOQDv_SgBJqbEgZhZXdK4MhZOJHiI1ETLCU9BHIZjHdnKS9a1i8mH-HKRh0T8qPEjOehy2MmzDUjcoeYtNUTaKDH0vkjTdbpruxbMKly/s320/DSC09492.JPG" border="0" /><br />The old inspiration board is pouring over with ideas. It's colorful, bright and bold. My paper palette is revealing interesting images, too.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239335204691559218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9Io_b8XHDDW4wl_BEMdeeDwkXciGSVvXpo8_VoK0qrJc_MfsPdU9k8atsEQLXcRZEOdU_E6HJTv40FI5SejvJIKszVRXk5rQwJPq5M6hvduEPmQcpRtqHX_4raopn4mKDiH-Oe0Rs8mI/s320/DSC09502.JPG" border="0" /><br />Recent pieces include the tree you see here, the tree you see below. These are among mermaids, sketches of my feet, my coffee cup, my roommate sleeping random palette knife backgrounds and bold marker sketches abound. Go with the flow, right?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239335214887651074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvYHtbJZcOzRZ1zNrX4DRS5usJCGBpRxbwMzxHyLvH0bb-9Dd2AAJH5sPn_zUi68P9EKm4yBgHvIlIDwkR3W31NGSvPx667DlhSuh04HzAOCUGIfXN6eGG0anNaOrUgKoxq_THnrbSZfb/s320/DSC09503.JPG" border="0" /><br />Wedding plans are near complete even though the date is July of 2009. Old Miss Muffet is on her way home from California tomorrow. I am near tears with delight. My darlin' boy is working hard and enjoying the benefits of his own apartment. The Handsome One is, well, still handsome. (*sigh*)<br /><br />This beautiful coastal town still amazes and delights me. It takes my breath away and fills me to the gills with joy. <br /><br />Chat soon. Got a new book to read. A day late and a dollar short I just got: Acrylic Revolution.Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-13522079667457183652008-07-16T11:27:00.003-07:002008-07-16T12:24:10.302-07:00A Plum Dandy AdventureHi, Remember me? <strong><em>Tam I am</em></strong>. Oh yes, it's been an adventure, a plum dandy adventure. Head spinning. Hold on to your shorts and I'll give you a briefing: <div><div></div><div></div><div><em>Miss Muffet got married and graduated high school</em>.....IN THAT ORDER. Do you see the rings on her left hand. She's the very proud wife of a U S Air Force Airman First Class. That makes me the proud mother-in-law of an Airman First Class. This pix is from her graduation party, two weeks after elopement. <strong><em>(Not to worry, big TO-DO style wedding next July). </em></strong>She looks quite happy, don't you think? Have I mentioned she moved to Orange, California?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223683629943968066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bWmK5xuLO0w4RQYYBp-A5dUCEiRL-TCsOTZMnF-5_KdwFsn4xXfwRszE6I4ifdFKLeIISit_jQvBMp5U7VCxm2GSoRnaR-q1f-3FXUY5kLbaDiPox3uA3ZTNll0b0CvxEKvRT9kwwakQ/s320/DSC09145.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681634920072450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCdu1S1aufsRaJ4b5524xWbu8lwALx6NKLHvh7h3DR4RhUBN74pjLXGzI7h3b_UpvpfyKj3k1QlGdRw6vE2RD_DQztuJU-OcME_1mdaT8EQo0qf88H10pWTKtDU7QSJuTaJl4BvnL_Req/s320/DSC09148.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681640118130786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbM3VqIr-JhKqPIFh0CmtUy1pHqZJYq39bmegYDJcG_rkHEZVLaw8bxpkXQFUxn63strZglgtXTte9SoJeVYE4xHS6d8FX3bSAyy0R9zZTMi5rsvqeIgs7yeBDOFrQTp4Q0BoZjledFX-/s320/DSC09147.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>The picture above is my brother Ron, the infamous Shy Jack and his mommy, my sweet sister-in-law Cindy-Lou-Who. Missing from the pix is brother Nick who just wouldn't sit still. This family is having a new home built and I have been trying to visit often and just keep the vibes good while they are bouncing from living space to living space.</div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://redsoxnation.com/">Baseball</a>...Summer is about baseball. I don't just mean backyard games like this one. I mean the RedSox versus the Yankees. I mean The RedSox versus the Orioles. I mean the RedSox versus..well, you get it. I love watching professional baseball and was lucky enough to score tickets to Boston for a great game that went 14 innings. I won't bore you with the details, I'll just say the Sox won with a walk off homerun.</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681647457576002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpcWcbXv8Y8rK-qXN8W56q29ZzbM8UbDgE2a7QjwBkuhJFw2-C1fU8SCGnYWOaFpqlVSVJ3zKRWhap_ht4ydHL8ed1gYo5sfOhqlaev0fwGBQbiy3oRkjbZ-dfJsUJNFDagENEPU1w5TX2/s320/DSC09160.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>What you don't know is that this pix of Jack is really sweet, I simply forgot to rotate the silly thing before posting. Tilt your head to the left (lay your ear on your shoulder) and enjoy a neat shot of Jack preparing to hit the ball. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>This kid is a cracker jack!!</strong></span></em> I tell you, you can pitch from forty feet, throw overhand and he slams the ball over your head. <strong>AHEM!</strong> He's five. The cutie patootie in the back is Nick just behaving himself and clapping each time Jack hits the ball.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223683633250485138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXTA6PvSjpzn123AjIS_6Idqu7Gbnt0wCmRROtH43JzTXX8eRWQUy91Us70uze9MvaPeBvXO9d9xWzgYrc2J5uRoRQwE3Heum0QNxTcLCEwMtfvtJmfY1Qib6KnE2_N_jMr1erwRbeLKT/s320/DSC09159.JPG" border="0" /> <div>Tourism at it's best. You know I work at a <a href="http://www.wallingfordfarm.com/">big garden center</a>, right? What a blast. Honestly. Fun place. Beautiful flowers. Well, I also work at a <a href="http://bandaloop.biz/">great organic restaurant</a>. Tourism is big here in Kennebunkport. To prove it I had a visit from to plum dandy ladies. We painted the Port in good shape!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681902981553202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJLfQTfiZHY_nu1XDX6N4CpOY5AtPP75-g4HGnaS_JHp4AtwnN099HrZEQASjQD48GFgP7tK9dZep5MTbCTNQ5si5ln3DfEi6pmkxlU32gUp-5cALu-oTq0o7jTGeZyOfQPr0FEhzcrbZ/s320/DSC09177.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Recognize these two? Being <a href="http://creativeeveryday.com/">Creative Every Day </a>is so easy! Right, <a href="http://sweetpeas.motime.com/">Sweet pea</a>?</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223682891109884930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSBa5pSAPQjQJacdQ6_2EBotNB_IKWfxPixewrYk_nhlFhmAsWiViOTfm1vQ9qQzcysZICjvF8eyNXk7g5LMAkxZNKAQ_-Lj7DtCkJnfr0b4atff-L5MVAllit00OKtrzyBkVxhXu_t6_/s320/DSC09184.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223682897811056114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSffOHFoje49DIJFmbvOpOFCTAc4AV7RJIX-2fG2ZQAXInHt6DjGVVzevHggcOtrmgGzrirDQWhlYcX17ck8VgxWxOz-gUGuNqIVKnsdUQQxdTtD4qFgL0YiNdsgH94U-ghV8y5_CHsE2/s320/DSC09188.JPG" border="0" />These two thought they needed an Orla Keily bag. (HEY, I hope I got that spelling right). We had fun shopping and traipsing about taking photos.<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223682908729419698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9iraMtFIC6ZP5kEaJm8lpBzIdAaqy0H9wUGXYsrhSMLE3RJbr0UgHgcEnXgPSoK7hiNeDDYhTLXrBR9uoTbBF_dK4cn41fVsl3ZEZ7qqo2OxrxO8Hc4AJp0lkRzd4OfLbNiVYlQuHZpB/s320/DSC09201.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Leah was so cute next to this old gas pump. That smile, that dress, that friend.</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223682910040022626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitzhAssCyqU67ZurTE1kesORHDHiennkNEknpmaefXiOwouP0g20acobJKbBuIA8Ejzdj5hrX1VDXavt_wEn4ERDLYbiFf2OVr_Kbi9fOcDVjqNtridaWJeoXZp7s_WKAGLAku2l2BK1B/s320/DSC09210.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>And this is my favorite shot from the entire day. Jes looks beautiful in this shot and her giant smile shows the joy we had that day. Sharing. Sisterhood. Art. *sigh* sniff, sniff.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681658404864482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KIsu3n5bvieD8lJnCd_u-XWxtu5I1ehlt2cluELj-kbHMO4eTRO-os58hj3wlFDgHgCUqt_GfdnU0xSGpM7piJPks8jhb_WlO8Bcm78fivLbs2VZaLHDNrlGAfufROhMi6zWdEnKg6Qw/s320/DSC09162.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Green. Summer in Maine. Summer <em>everywhere</em> is green. Meet Lewis. He belongs to my VIP, the Handsome One. Lewis has kind of consumed my weeks lately. Will he be coming over this weekend? Will he behave this weekend? Is he still shedding? Don't forget to take all the food off the kitchen counters. I'm missing a sock. <strong>This dog is high maintenance but pure LOVE</strong>. My boss adores him. My VIP adores him. I'm trying to adore him.</div><div></div><div></div><div>More green. I love the bands of color in this shot, don't you?</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681660980128082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqmZPeHNtKoxmlQk1-f7_gOce0euD4QFtRRz7hASi4vLbUXwWwIfqeEZE_ADPHevV5rQhRm24zxJI2_ODHjtgO9D5rmSXJaerErw3weJir35QkN_nWlHWv4WZFF0gNqzR5goF_5ZoeVVt/s320/DSC09170.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>And here it is, me, the VIP and Lewis. Lewis couldn't stand to NOT BE IN THE PHOTO.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223682916067524370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBG8O7qQViQXI6MBfO3WOepR6CYRgu5g0fqiYId6FMl-5twvElMMJg2rSunVzUK-VgItQiw0_EyS4BbMp0fT6uCJpboOauoMh4Bhqo-mZKQ1mnVj4KR1DbQ6PJc8iy45MB-BXS9gK2PMB/s320/DSC09171.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Last but not least the gratuitous foot shot. Clever, don't you agree?</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223683636039141202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2yR29-_3ypfkpPsHbAgAbzmRAv1X2v-4fzLDO1MHPLMkHQqQDb1faL8FkmGoTd8kL-7a2melws2easn247h6ZNVUeLb1UGydYLrEdoXVshPQ2HQrNacpHUPvLOEujFQtqUoMF3zj8Yzw/s320/DSC09218.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>For those of you who are saying "OMG, doesn't she do anything creative??" The answer is yes:</div><ul><li>Shy Jack the book I wrote is almost 50% illustrated. I say that loosely. My teacher, <a href="http://wildrosereader.blogspot.com/">Wade Zahares</a>, will be so proud of me when he sees the effort I put in. Well, I hope so anyway. It's been quite time consuming.</li><li>I cut out a queen sized quilt and am in the process of piecing it.</li><li>I sketch a few times a week.</li><li>I stitched a dress.</li><li>I put together some found object jewelry.</li><li>I am helping with wedding plans for Miss Muffet</li><li>I'm finally cooking at home more.</li><li>I have a beautiful, full garden that I am now harvesting.</li><li>I signed up for <a href="http://heartwoodcollegeofart.org/">Heartwood</a>s fall semester, two classes this time.</li><li>I've been to two art openings and have visited approximately eight galleries in the area with more to go.</li><li>Does drinking daiquiris at a dockside restaurant count as creative inspiration? I hope so, done that once or twice this summer.</li></ul><p><em><strong>Oh yes, it's been a plum dandy adventure.</strong></em></p>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-47068392586350529562008-05-11T17:02:00.000-07:002008-05-11T17:23:02.595-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4ybUJNNjHRHak4NvpzSG5-sb7o_09MPxdC7-DdDUWN_xhTbhkdku8yt66wVPbXGl3kC3jC23V0FeD7ELy5gbPEwrOL0FSPD70pgAzNIKjN6F0JQvYoCG8awJ4BcsW5gQ5CQyLs9kI3AO/s1600-h/knight.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199275805668955874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4ybUJNNjHRHak4NvpzSG5-sb7o_09MPxdC7-DdDUWN_xhTbhkdku8yt66wVPbXGl3kC3jC23V0FeD7ELy5gbPEwrOL0FSPD70pgAzNIKjN6F0JQvYoCG8awJ4BcsW5gQ5CQyLs9kI3AO/s320/knight.jpg" border="0" /></a>So my knight in shining armor came for a long visit this weekend. We had such a nice time together. We went all out and enjoyed this <a href="http://www.johngorka.com/">AMAZING CONCERT </a>at this <a href="http://www.jonathonsrestaurant.com/">FABULOUS EATERY</a>. It was so intimate and the music was so emotional. We both laughed at the non-stop chatter between songs and wiped salty tears from the corners of our eyes as the song lyrics tugged our heartstrings. A grand time indeed. <br /><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199275797079021250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMljcyecm1-WN1846uhe0an1EbaczZAcCWumeuLt8SSK6MEMTt_tNoXQbxnAZ2f_WS7PaG6jqPnL52Uke7K13fgkFLhyyzzIzYgT9MxWI8mZbF3xF6JbIqBP7_cRa499lHJXGkfLEJKGq/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>So in the art world I have been making books, painting with watercolors, doing contour line drawings and making home made cards amongst other things. I have lots of things going on in my head but have not been able to get them all down on paper. </div><div> </div><div>I find that cramming forty plus hours of work a week is too time consuming. It's hard to come home and feel creative at 6 pm and your stomach is growling and the dirty dishes didn't wash themselves. Balance is needed and I am searching it out in a big way. It's find balance or quit working. This will be one tough choice!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199275801373988562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFVuz5LHVZRq16h9Q7TZyiHjsBTswQBMH6HVgzldT_4_zCmheI7OrcwkAofAYvc8ks678Lspz4dCleFD4jMyylwZi9_S5H57LTNpsrMkQcZCIIvtpP43V1QYp0SMdb4QQmSR0x_2px5wl/s320/DSCF0016_edited.JPG" border="0" />Just thought I'd toss in this pix of me and my two brothers at Easter. That's my older brother Randy on the left with the silly look. This is odd <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">because</span> he is one serious dude. No kidding. Real serious. His blue eyes can pierce you like well, anything that pierces I suppose. Brother number 2 is on the far right. That's Ron. Soft hearted and sweet. His eyes are just plain gentle. These two are good people who I admire and respect. They both are there for me, always in the nick of time. </div><br /><p>And hey, that's me in the middle. Repeat after me: <em>middle child syndrome</em>. Do I look like I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">complaining</span>? No way. </p><p>In other news:</p><ul><li>Roommate is having a birthday</li><li>My mother is having her birthday</li><li>My father & friend are traveling home from across the US. He's now officially one of those people who leaves the state for the winter and comes home only during golf season. Bless you, Dad and Doris!!</li><li>Dan and Hill are enjoying spring and are living life high off the hog (What does that mean, anyway?)</li><li>I am enjoying my job at the local farm center but am brewing other things in my head....I'm just trying to roll with the punches.</li><li><a href="http://www.heartwoodcollegeofart.org/">Heartwood</a> is done for the school year.</li><li>I have been to three amazing art openings. That has been a real blast about this area. It is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">filled</span> with galleries! I'm seeing some great work, it is so inspirational.</li></ul><p>Happy Mother's Day to all and to all a good night! ...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">MUAH</span>!</p><p> </p>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-28132858371006784322008-04-29T10:17:00.000-07:002008-04-29T10:25:39.909-07:00Country Mouse Goes to the City<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OMG</span>! This has been such an odd spring. I moved friends. Here I am in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kennebunkport</span>, Maine. Country mouse goes to the city. It's odd and surreal. On a brief note:<br /><br /><br /><ul><br /><li>I went without <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Internet</span> service for nearly four weeks so have been VERY out of touch with blogging and emails. My apologies</li><br /><li>I am still attending Heartwood and the last class was today. </li><br /><li>I have been sewing and painting and drawing quite a lot. There is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">inspiration</span> APLENTY.</li><br /><li>I've been to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">flea market</span> already. Got some GREAT sterling silver earrings that are absolutely hilarious.</li><br /><li>I have a roommate who is adorable and young, like a daughter to me except I can't send her to room if she misbehaves</li><br /><li>I started some lovely tomatoes and basil seedlings that are thriving</li><br /><li>I'm painting the living room tangerine color</li><br /><li><a href="http://weareplanningawedding.blogspot.com/">And this has kept me busy.</a></li></ul><p>I'm coming back to life, slowly but surely. It has been a rough ride and of all things my mother-in-law that I adored suffered a heart attack and passed. My heart is aching. </p><br /><br /><p>I promise to post art and pix soon and I promise to come back to my laughing silly self. Hang in there with me, will you?</p>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-84299112509920393942008-03-27T04:58:00.000-07:002008-03-27T05:00:36.488-07:00Oddly EnoughThis is where I've been at. <em>Please</em>, only if you dare, <a href="http://weareplanningawedding.blogspot.com/">CLICK HERE</a>.<br /><br />And then smile and be happy for us. Bookmark it and keep tabs.Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-68687343126712862022008-03-20T15:55:00.001-07:002008-03-21T05:58:35.447-07:00Spring in MaineThere I was minding my own business in the kitchen when I heard some rustling noises outside. I ran to the window and caught this glimpse of the shadow of ...<em>hold on to your hats</em>....THE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">*WEASTER</span> BUNNY*! (<span style="font-size:85%;">don't ask, that's how we say it in our family</span>) Yes, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Weaster</span> Bunny, made an early trip to my house hiding M&M's and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cadbury</span> Creme Eggs.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5rIpar2QZIcBHe2bs7WbfHIOr_zESrY_L-OR7fLdxTsrSrBf-IEbrUAsD_-tfF6YJUpESOR6wHjUvaw6W45dvuegDs9vpsCN5poRd9vaRdPUnjSyti8aRY8tJs8E5WvTrUh5mhbRlmP1Z/s1600-h/rabbit+shadow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179961868470577298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5rIpar2QZIcBHe2bs7WbfHIOr_zESrY_L-OR7fLdxTsrSrBf-IEbrUAsD_-tfF6YJUpESOR6wHjUvaw6W45dvuegDs9vpsCN5poRd9vaRdPUnjSyti8aRY8tJs8E5WvTrUh5mhbRlmP1Z/s320/rabbit+shadow.jpg" border="0" /></a> I feel fortunate to have been able to adjust my shutter speed quickly enough to catch this slow-mo picture of the bunny before he hopped off into the wild blue yonder. Sorta brings tears to your eyes, doesn't it.<br /><br />In other news. I truly have been busy in the art studio. I haven't posted the <a href="http://creativeeveryday.com/">CED 08 </a>stuff because, well, because I've been *slack* in posting. I have done something daily, that's for certain, if you want to prove it I'll mail you my journal where I list all the things I'm doing. :) <br /> Here is a short list:<br /><ul><li><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fimo</span> clay buttons...I really like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Fimo</span>. I just do.</li><br /><li>new recipe testing...a great and exciting thing to do and who doesn't love eating?</li><br /><li>sewing. Yes, my old love is resurfacing. I decided to challenge myself and found a lovely trench coat pattern by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">McCalls</span>. I dug through the discount fabric bins and found some lovely sky blue stretch twill with electric lime green satin and then a teaser print fabric with a floral/leaf motif that I used for the under collar and such.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Gadzooks</span>, what stitching fun!<br /></li></ul><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitf51sTk-98V0OqULfg_Gaa51NCbR8yOYEPz-Zqg5i71QnB9fgxkI7ccG-lCnlttvOZAkFE-sILemuDT8AQXqK0TVF_rUoOmgHLWL21FH5QjjhSNq7b_u0-AbqU9fXnzlS4-dynjs1Ewq3/s1600-h/DSCF0002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179961885650446514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitf51sTk-98V0OqULfg_Gaa51NCbR8yOYEPz-Zqg5i71QnB9fgxkI7ccG-lCnlttvOZAkFE-sILemuDT8AQXqK0TVF_rUoOmgHLWL21FH5QjjhSNq7b_u0-AbqU9fXnzlS4-dynjs1Ewq3/s320/DSCF0002.JPG" border="0" /></a> See the pretty colors? And don't you just love an old fashioned tomato pincushion? Who ever came up with that idea? They deserve a pat on the back.<br /></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180173103552129282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglI2lDgoS7pkGzl_EeQPyIgm9vtS4wWM07FcRs51Ayw1XiTYj8Z59v-ec4YMN1dtl4jpkvpQv4jWRzEAdKjrJjQp4l62Bf2ipFagCjNmbEbighsaOZaf2sKglQV0tZTZPi7ncsnY8Yx86j/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" border="0" /> <ul><br /><li>I read the Chuck Close Portraits book and was completely smitten. Smitten enough to do a picture in this style. Now mind you, his works are GINORMOUS in size 4' x 6' with 4-6" grids. But I, being the nutcase I am, did an 8 x 11 using a 1/2" grid. I literally couldn't see straight after working on my painting for three hours straight. I looked up and almost fell. He he. The dangers of digging into your own work.</li><br /><li>Music by Dave Mallet, Maine singer/songwriter has pleased me along with American Idols Beatles music night. Can I just say that <a href="http://www.americanidol.com/">David <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Archulatta</span></a>, the 17 year old, looks almost exactly like Miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Muffett's</span> boyfriend, Lyle. Since Lyle is now serving in the US Air Force and I haven't seen him since October each time David <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Archulatta</span> sings I well up with tears. But I digress, the point is the Beatles music is amazing to me, even if David A forgot the words to his song. Back to art...</li><br /><li>Mixed Media small works 4 x 6": The next pix is of "An Easy Flower" The ant swinging from a flower stem is an idea from my sketch book that I decided was time to bring out. </li></ul><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Vn99SS5IW607V0lVJQmXBZ8UmBuMjnzs0SQ2biw6ulgTPlmRzP0UH5vUXOjvvtGauE0VHPu5ZQk6S3_8gDCHT6NbUWqQZCWV-mnSiSMKn3J5ti23OjZq4ldA4icAmHntaP5RWb5cCCiV/s1600-h/joy+forever.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179961889945413842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Vn99SS5IW607V0lVJQmXBZ8UmBuMjnzs0SQ2biw6ulgTPlmRzP0UH5vUXOjvvtGauE0VHPu5ZQk6S3_8gDCHT6NbUWqQZCWV-mnSiSMKn3J5ti23OjZq4ldA4icAmHntaP5RWb5cCCiV/s320/joy+forever.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><ul><li></a>Attended an art opening at <a href="http://heartwoodcollegeofart.org/">the school</a>. That was really cool. The Size Doesn't Matter Show was a so inspirational. I am constantly amazed by other peoples work. Maine artists should check the school link for their calls for art. They do eight shows a year.</li><br /><li>I've been planning my new blog. Yes, my <em>new</em> blog. I've outgrown this one and have something better coming up. Don't look for it until I've settled into my new digs. Maybe I'll launch it in May, it depends on how things shake out. </li><br /><li>More Mixed Media Art...Something Fishy. I really like this 4x6 piece. I did it for fun. It has real fishing line and an actual hook, too.</li></ul><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179962203478026466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX40UfhyphenhyphenUIQFu63PgkgJjGVSjKePRgy3GbY_gDn4KPy5xhfp4tEHJqKbTUut_2KFmWrqE8R0J32jwvfmf85pXnDQwTQf0pCkPRts-JwonHHoDUNlGmsa__nkDqRJYDccGYyqcEuny9pZBk/s320/something+fishy.jpg" border="0" /></p><ul><br /><li>Grocery Shopping as a creative endeavor?? Why yes!! The colors and textures and shapes really inspire me to cook at a whole new level. I bought broccoli slaw, fresh organic asparagus, organic beets with attached greens. Color and flavor, yum.</li><br /><li>Planning the walls of my new apartment. My roommate and I are planning the color scheme in the new digs. I'm thinking raspberry, chocolate and tangerine. She's thinking red. HA! We'll work it out. Interior Design is a passion of mine. I will be taking photos for you to see. </li><br /><li>Sewing. Did I mention I love sewing? I made a new colorful backpack, pink and green. </li><br /><li>Sewing. Did I mention I love sewing? I found some amazing tie dyed cotton eyelet for a great new sundress. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">This</span> is my next project.</li><br /><li>Weaving. I have a school project that calls for "found objects" and "environmental issues" so I wove plastic bags together and am in the process of making a wallet from it. Along with that will be a bubble wrap backpack. Let it be, just don't ask.</li><li>Garden planning. This is all in my head at this point, but planning a garden is a creative endeavor, I'm sure of it.</li><li>My book for illustration class. <em>Shy Jack</em> is in its early stages, but it is a labor of love for my sweet five year old nephew.</li><br /></ul><p>There, that's the bulk of my creativity for the last month. Of course I still write almost daily and doodle on everything that is flat. Next week I am moving to Kennebunkport (Maine), I have also moved my 20 year old into his new apartment. I am planning a graduation party, a going away party and a special something for a special someone that I especially can't discuss. </p><p>Beyond that I tried on my bathing suit to see if it still fits. <em>Do you think the ribbon in my hair is too much??</em> Be honest, I can take it.</p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179962207772993778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNTYGn5k8zAE3v4oDL0JSverQffNsFrCboRUVEVo7reffGv5TPSZvW8sSxht0rMPrGEROW2hD82gHO9UK13qX9bqyJZfuNdGxF4fKu0vtDOtSpEZyFJ-wGdcY7StuIUVe8wPCMpReuY8Ax/s320/swim004det.jpg" border="0" /> Last but not least, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Weaster</span> Bunny picture from earlier in the post isn't really the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Weaster</span> Bunny. It was only me PRETENDING to be the bunny. I didn't want all you moms running to get your kids and show them a photo of the EB when it was really only me. It would be wrong to try to pull the wool over their eyes. In the photo below you can actually see my arm and hand holding the camera. Yes, I tried to trick you. However, the photo above is really of me in my swimsuit and ballet slippers. <br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179961881355479202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj921na3gXFvjtlXATPpA5VZtpXIzeXHQEpXQijapGEmhDPbFpwzOqaboguFSjyGa_-cT_b7Cr9MHjqJfTkSQcKLSwHTDctXCiVBi5eNCeAefnGLTAvlnt-hO20lRUgpg810o9VhSuXCRzZ/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" /> *Here's wishing you and your family a warm and heartfelt Easter Sunday. God bless.Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-8723178106166737462008-03-20T03:57:00.001-07:002008-03-20T03:58:17.837-07:00Good Computer Gone Bad, Next on GeraldoComputer has the flu. Doctor making house call tomorrow. Happy thoughts welcomed.Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-69048070748670336932008-03-13T03:51:00.000-07:002008-03-13T03:55:43.436-07:00Spring CleaningThe other day when I was set to do a long post with pictures Blogger wouldn't let me work at MY pace, so I quit that post and went about <a href="https://emp.ucsd.edu/swf/screenclean.swf">spring cleaning</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br />I promise to post the gazillions of artsy-craftsy stuff later when my patience isn't so thin.<br /><br /><br /><br />Who said "A clean house is the sign of a boring person." ? Now I must go shampoo my cat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://emp.ucsd.edu/swf/screenclean.swf"></a>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-75713770746949257682008-03-04T04:08:00.000-08:002008-03-04T04:16:54.922-08:00Smile & Breathe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVMn3dOcYh08PeAXf095bwQe4Wa_yDqhcrJ_DfkU9kiqBNbxZlwkHcTNzABL9LhZVXbVA0-w936Vak0VRKfvokptypt0YRVlIC8M5LVt8D33ON2daryUaI9kWbWYDvYgIdr313dzBv7_p/s1600-h/hydrangea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173859161786096466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVMn3dOcYh08PeAXf095bwQe4Wa_yDqhcrJ_DfkU9kiqBNbxZlwkHcTNzABL9LhZVXbVA0-w936Vak0VRKfvokptypt0YRVlIC8M5LVt8D33ON2daryUaI9kWbWYDvYgIdr313dzBv7_p/s320/hydrangea.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Smile</em> because your heart knows a secret. And because your soul knows what that secret is. Smile at that. Smile a lot. It will cure what ails you. </div><div><br /></div><div><em>Breathe.</em> Breathe long and deep. Slowly and gently. Breathe in the soft, sweet nothingness of life, so full of energy, so full of love. It's God's love you are breathing. Breathe deeply and you can feel it. Breathe very, very deeply and the love will make you cry. For joy.</div><br /><div><em>...taken from Conversations With God, Book 3 by Neale Donald Walsch</em></div><div></div><br /><div>I'm off to school and to feel the energy of my new surroundings. I'm off smiling and breathing. </div><br /><br /><div></div>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-14714991695594673002008-02-28T08:59:00.000-08:002008-02-28T09:01:17.993-08:00Six Word Memoir<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wYf19KUEuKOKvO8gRN2_Xqgq-na6S1PO6tlYHO5gQ83TAbzjLInKsN0V6FJijeouarY782u8ZIVoE5jCuHPatZQ8Nz9pZP_6eBs1NnTgwq1OCuoLmOsx8RyJDx1apf7P33KBsja5pd4J/s1600-h/independent+thinker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172077177265169858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wYf19KUEuKOKvO8gRN2_Xqgq-na6S1PO6tlYHO5gQ83TAbzjLInKsN0V6FJijeouarY782u8ZIVoE5jCuHPatZQ8Nz9pZP_6eBs1NnTgwq1OCuoLmOsx8RyJDx1apf7P33KBsja5pd4J/s320/independent+thinker.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-833004126658538532008-02-23T11:45:00.000-08:002008-02-23T12:06:28.560-08:00Line Drawing in ProgressBut first, the snow.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170264606576977250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZaM-Z1-p9Aag3lDwhFVw0-BT2pJQt8Gz4nFK8Brpyp7H-JQCBjUB1fh4rPjgAj2JsA3z75os9IT_2GRN0s1v2MWPTS3Tn11gp53FE7_VovDODojqk3f23e5_XWexKwwqGUYGwkWei1Ti/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" border="0" />More on the way. Okay, so enough about that.<br /><br /><p>This Chuck Close love I have right now forced me to grid some 130 lb watercolor paper the other day. I let it sit, now quite sure what to do with it but knowing somehow I needed to make these grids work. I finally was inspired by Buddah's soft face and I got busy.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170265487045272994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcl8OM00PuFA6KXdID90caPgpsJ8SwNWEZ3UuaNrcxCy1P_rSoX3KS-JPUbGBNygLeZrvrw9f0BNmAwMNzu1bOJKnAXLiYcKkpeV4NJsGuS1H4c9FHPu76w2dPYlKFTs9KaqJFQjThXsNG/s320/close+up+of+close+buddah.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>In this you can see the Chuck Close book and the start of my line drawing. This should be interesting.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170265474160371074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98EM60YnaB1DA8mKiEAbDDBA0L_jERKxqhTvp1sTm_xEYZnD9t4Pw_pgUKAZYazYUuyjrSt44zWVmPH0fldzrW0tHeKQvpr7Q-oeDIh1_Y_s5JJw_ANYMQSOCzGuH2xDfuyZ-ha4TeoIj/s320/buddah+progress+2.JPG" border="0" />So here I go working out the nose shadows.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170265469865403762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0N3vOj9kO5p4SnUgGvUhXnNHB0ggPzQek6S5HLBO1EVj8CH7k1yhSSEgxfj1-ix-9nXu1Jxptp1SDXLpGsqWDf48w6Bt2NmRhZaMRPOmjqrsrjQF4WPCH_ZOAta52TXz1xvl2tSpGdRE/s320/buddah+progress+1.JPG" border="0" />Here I put a little distance between myself and the piece so I could see how it was coming from afar. Sometimes it's easy to forget to step back. We all get so involved in the piece it's easy to get lost in the work. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170265482750305682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWCG-c0-wTOtx3KVDL5F8A30i50KYhj6DT1BpdIbh9Wfl2zGOH68Rab1vRsahlR0VdEDMk7LtjcBe8mxMF5m6HKvCS5cwgH2y-OT99y03mrstKhXIz-jmv5rgThQIbJNjFwvdn3-yeqFd/s320/buddah+progress+3.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>Okay, I'm gaining. No cramps in the hands, just a few hunger pangs to deal with. No lunch for me until this is over.</p><p>Did I say no lunch? Who am I fooling besides myself? I noshed on tuna sandwiches with Dan while he played some tunes. Think to yourself: Nellie, Tim McGraw, Eminem, Puff Daddy, Brooks and Dunn....I'm singing along, I'm bouncing along, I'm swearing along. It's all in good fun, just Dan's style, not mine. Back to business...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170265495635207602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOdtP7BgBLtGL-ZxkJTsQU4aI5Fbvy5PF5bR6NcPpcchEc9RwP1gRW-tpJwdv8nQGnWPqSEMGhSsAWMfFLmd94HDOCY0hT_MnbaeVxrjon4Z8q3tGUrJKPhpl6KlyfyQ888Bh1QvmphGY/s320/buddah+progress+4_edited.JPG" border="0" /></p>Voila. One finished piece. I gridded and then used fine point Zig marker to draw diagonal lines in each of the boxes. Interesting result. It looks really good from a distance. I'm not so thrilled about how it's represented here. I see it matted in red and framed in a thin black metal frame. This will sit well near my altar. I am contemplating doing one of these of the face of Jesus, too.Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-36299571129657947902008-02-21T17:45:00.000-08:002008-02-21T18:08:06.383-08:00The Green Man Cometh with Chuck Close<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhGZk2XHy3VUjTDqDm299RJAJ2SMgvS9CPKMsPp-vF7nJrvO81LDgMALblT6kQTyY5dboeN38ZBE0NqliWxijyOfJvFrA9MIcEehtmxw4l6FtgmbmOXW_r38WDmUwxKaEjO8hl9bZvLZi/s1600-h/untame002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169620258403362130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhGZk2XHy3VUjTDqDm299RJAJ2SMgvS9CPKMsPp-vF7nJrvO81LDgMALblT6kQTyY5dboeN38ZBE0NqliWxijyOfJvFrA9MIcEehtmxw4l6FtgmbmOXW_r38WDmUwxKaEjO8hl9bZvLZi/s320/untame002.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a picture of me when I woke up this morning, beore I had coffee. I was lost in thought and trying to decide to wear my pink panties or my boring white ones.<br /><p>There is always a lot going on and there are so many posts that I don't write that I should write. There is so much that I leave out that I want to share. Tonight as American Idol decides who's getting cut I am going to tell you <em>What's on my mind</em>...</p><br /><br /><ul><br /><br /><li><strong>The sale of the restaurant and hotel,</strong> tomorrow it's official. This means more breathing room in my life</li><br /><br /><li><strong>Green Man</strong>...the male equivalent to Mother Earth. I feel some art coming up around this and I can't wait to see how it turns out. I think thoughts of Spring are creeping up on me and I seem to hear him whispering...</li><br /><br /><li><strong>Chuck Close</strong>, the artist. I am blown away by his self portraits and can't stop looking at the volume lent me by my artist/teacher. Please take a moment to Google this man and see what you get, I couldn't decide which of the sites had the best information on him. His work is fascinating. Gridding and painting.</li><br /><br /><li><strong>Moving</strong>...I have found new digs and am working out the kinks. I can't wait to relocate to a place where I can truly spread my wings and start anew. The one year anniversary of my big D (and I don't mean Dallas) has somehow freed me. </li><br /><br /><li><strong>Painting</strong>...finding my groove. This isn't easy. Fine art at school is different than the mixed media approach that I love. I am being challenged and ultimately that is good. I am enjoying the process even though it has been excruciating at times. I feel willing to make mistakes in order to learn and can I say this: I AM MAKING MISTAKES. Teacher says that if you like one in ten paintings or if one in ten paintings really work then you've done well. So there! See, I didn't know that. I thought they would all just fall together. Uh-uh. NO! I kind of struggle with embarrassment because in my circles I am the artistic "go-to" girl and now...well, I'm just secondary. I am learning to be okay with secondary because I know it is temporary. I am still trying to figure out my style. Bear with me, because it could get really ugly! (No pity, friends, I am okay with all of this. I think it is helping my personal growth quite a lot).</li><br /><br /><li><strong>Personal growth</strong>...I am reading "Conversations With God....Book 3" by Neale Donald Walsh. I am moved to tears with hope. Even if you don't believe that God came and spoke through NDW every word you read is beautiful and uplifting. There are times in this book that I have had to put the book down and laugh out loud. God is hilarious.</li><br /><br /><li><strong>Love</strong>...the slow but sure mending of my inner world...the constant and reassuring love of my baby brother, mother, father, former in-laws, children and friends old and new has brought me a feeling of support and community. This was much needed. </li><br /><br /><li><strong>Happiness</strong>...it's inevitable. I write A LOT. I draw and paint A LOT. I think A LOT. I pray A LOT. I believe & it's all good.</li></ul><p><em>Ride the wave, friends. Just ride the wave.</em></p><p><em>P.S. That isn't really me in the photo above.</em></p>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-25165999788275298672008-02-14T15:25:00.000-08:002008-02-14T18:58:52.908-08:00Maine Snow Storm Forces Art Students to Paint<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpk2IcVB6ZE9AJiy_fOlxFMdH65JLxuKqo-QOU-gnbE1ZEs45DfjCxaQrGVakK_1YuwJW6j3MecqCFkGSjUg3X4R9o4a7CoXj68ZsRNg6kWEz7_kKa03aRKQjxMvqju1e4nUkQPEaEb4w/s1600-h/roof6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167033455435556082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpk2IcVB6ZE9AJiy_fOlxFMdH65JLxuKqo-QOU-gnbE1ZEs45DfjCxaQrGVakK_1YuwJW6j3MecqCFkGSjUg3X4R9o4a7CoXj68ZsRNg6kWEz7_kKa03aRKQjxMvqju1e4nUkQPEaEb4w/s320/roof6.jpg" border="0" /></a> Roof #9, acrylic on 8 x 10 canvas board<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVH3GP_GpWyf4pBlUHFkOMaLFByaxH_ff_69bKYUp5ZH9DFcNagL8f36fCS_eN3vaBC6x8QA6-Pz9X8nPpw7ug34u6Podrpei7KG4_6Ml4LLDpyA2cn7Edps48P9buGE9AkkHao_iwYLy/s1600-h/roof+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167033464025490690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVH3GP_GpWyf4pBlUHFkOMaLFByaxH_ff_69bKYUp5ZH9DFcNagL8f36fCS_eN3vaBC6x8QA6-Pz9X8nPpw7ug34u6Podrpei7KG4_6Ml4LLDpyA2cn7Edps48P9buGE9AkkHao_iwYLy/s320/roof+7.jpg" border="0" /></a> Roof # 10, acrylic on 8 x 10 canvas board<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71VwWHJkp4PJFefZmAwCNo20k4jufZZ8eK204eJThqW19WSV0ouenTBEI6xPM1tsZASijHwiRnXIrBqAeEs19fSg1_zx4AjvEJOPspbeHnmbk_Jx32qlJabrOwEqCHZZVSfoVhJsfz5un/s1600-h/roof+8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167033468320458002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71VwWHJkp4PJFefZmAwCNo20k4jufZZ8eK204eJThqW19WSV0ouenTBEI6xPM1tsZASijHwiRnXIrBqAeEs19fSg1_zx4AjvEJOPspbeHnmbk_Jx32qlJabrOwEqCHZZVSfoVhJsfz5un/s320/roof+8.jpg" border="0" /></a> Roof #11 acrylic on 8 x 10 canvas board<br /><br /><div>The snow here in Maine is crazy big. Crazy I say. I haven't seen this much snow in years. My back aches and my shovel cries when I just think about moving all of it. But, when life gives you snow storms make lemonade, right? The saying goes something like that. </div><div><br /> </div><div>Tuesday night the Heartwood gang decided it was Cranium night. We ordered pizza and sat around the dorm's kitchen table and played a rousing game involving acting, drawing with your eyes closed, humming and other oddities. It was fun and my team won. As we entertained ourselves inside the storm brewed outside. Soon I was snowed in.</div><div> </div><div> All's well, the Heartwood teacher lives down the road a mile or two and she determined if we made the coffee she would come over and do the weekly critiques. <em>Yes, small Maine colleges can do this kind of thing.</em> We are on the tail end of a three week intensive course and the many snowstorms we've endured this season has created some major interruption and we needed to get at it and get it done!<br /></div><div> </div><div>Borrow a pillow, lend a blanket, steal a towel and toothpaste and VOILA I am a ready made pajama party~ The next day I was first up and first to break out the paints. By noon the teacher had made it out of her very snowed in driveway and was on her way over. I'd done one and a half paintings by then and it was critique time. </div><div><br /> </div><div>For me this intensive has been painful. I don't consider myself a painter even though I do paint. I have a steep and dangerous learning curve going on and it is, in one word...PAINFUL. I don't like my results and I'm kind of scared to post them here, but I'm going to do it for the sake of art and for the sake of CED08. </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167033472615425314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXXkLfctPY1VCX9YMXhQ7loQ-B54094x6GsaFYTvmtvNTW3fTRNG5Rwv1wrBFHigWQCmr3SB_e0y1qFx42oZhS79uJoidd7KceG9PZMwmUCjgfOhBkKGUvl0NDAUmZ9oYNZMA7osNO1hd/s320/size+doesnt+matter.jpg" border="0" /> <div><strong>SIZE DOESN'T MATTER</strong> is a lovely art show coming up at Heartwood. Heartwood, by the way, has a public gallery. They do four shows of local artists and a smattering of shows of students and faculty. SIZE DOESN'T MATTER is an annual event and is a well attended show. A few students, a few local artists and some faculty show in this one. All pieces are under 25 square inches. It runs February 18-March 21 with the opening reception being February 20 at 4:00. If any of you New Englanders want to meet me there, just speak up I am at School on Wednesday's anyway so it would be great fun!</div><div></div><br /><div>On the homefront things are settling down. I believe I have located my new digs. I believe I have sold my restaurant. I believe life is starting anew. The power of positive thinking, following my intuition and listening to the ever present inner voice has served me well. I'm coming out of hiding soon, blasting out of my self-imposed prison.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167033648709084482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwMxKZkZxTjq_DM3A3BhQBqkEVYQPdG3VG45u4GtDHl9rlOe0GKOsSx1pE6huc7-o_GOb-zHPxa1b6oIGPDccWejwQKjsBCuiqMfdhB9QvX0UASlhAxq9iC8HaMmFZur405RjF5TfkDIE/s320/elephant+in+box.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>This elephant jammed into a box was a fun little thing I did while viewing When Harry Met Sally. Yeah, I'm a little slow about getting caught up with my movie watching.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167033476910392626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWEc6-zMd4kJCAibOZhpvkJIfg_rm5J4kwZCakEC0GSYdyeQ4WdzWyAURP9dKwO-e7_7lwvblmpqR3hd0KMjcZrmijI6oRitTANgkIYMdrNk4PUxLvpUCpgyRyoG_sDTsmKRUxAyCRexg/s320/valentine+2008.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p>And oh, Happy Valenetine's Day! I hope you got something sweet from someone sweet. I had fun making some greeting cards for the special folks in my life, and who doesn't love Dove chocolates?</p>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510552548688493343.post-38388055534688194142008-02-11T11:34:00.000-08:002008-02-11T11:50:32.477-08:00The Dog Ate My Shoes and Other Lousy ExcusesRemember the dog from the earlier post? He did eat my shoes, honest. Luckily I picked up these fabulous ones to replace the chewed ones.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAbU-tc3dMJz99SC1NseCi0NU9UhpgS75d45RM5984N4bDpAaZpRW_SZW4yltCBgdBrGMcFK_XHAoEN72FU-6KItu2IR8NILnKGmexJ5Sdur9SkXbd_P0JB3d4hNe2AGG5FDOzXn5xUqj/s1600-h/DSCF0012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165809067633648802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAbU-tc3dMJz99SC1NseCi0NU9UhpgS75d45RM5984N4bDpAaZpRW_SZW4yltCBgdBrGMcFK_XHAoEN72FU-6KItu2IR8NILnKGmexJ5Sdur9SkXbd_P0JB3d4hNe2AGG5FDOzXn5xUqj/s320/DSCF0012.JPG" border="0" /></a>Did I mention 15 paintings in three weeks? Rooftops. Here's just one of the many pictures I am working from.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-WN6MlqW2Xtu6QcpepkDFdQu3aItjkRSwRP4r2nB5V0tUVaGLWnzzIwGzgnsUNjmpWAdBknShCOCdNZb86qJ-9rEcd3rz9KM1pgulkExGWmIH6KIY7rWw4q0CnUGmvO0pbPl2CA_BG2p/s1600-h/DSCF0023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165809071928616114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-WN6MlqW2Xtu6QcpepkDFdQu3aItjkRSwRP4r2nB5V0tUVaGLWnzzIwGzgnsUNjmpWAdBknShCOCdNZb86qJ-9rEcd3rz9KM1pgulkExGWmIH6KIY7rWw4q0CnUGmvO0pbPl2CA_BG2p/s320/DSCF0023.JPG" border="0" /></a>Wrestling matches galore. The Handsome One's kid is on the wrestling team so off we go each weekend from one end of the state to the other watching all 104 pounds of him get tied in knots.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlv-dzGf9UAnbxas5bWBiOJZCDSyTJ9OBS6wQaPnMDb0B9Syjxp7zDNPT5Au63kDqY3TGtCZQKmchfnitNKoXuCtz4NDqaJZq0GmImU-NOjlJYQXBAdKcPku6TTLv9ulw7oSV8BhPP_EVJ/s1600-h/DSCF0020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165809071928616130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlv-dzGf9UAnbxas5bWBiOJZCDSyTJ9OBS6wQaPnMDb0B9Syjxp7zDNPT5Au63kDqY3TGtCZQKmchfnitNKoXuCtz4NDqaJZq0GmImU-NOjlJYQXBAdKcPku6TTLv9ulw7oSV8BhPP_EVJ/s320/DSCF0020.JPG" border="0" /></a> School is wonderful. Scanner is broken, can't post art until it's fixed. I found a new home and am working out the kinks, will report on that in detail later. I am waist deep in snow bankings due to our old fashioned Maine winter this year. I'm a cooking, painting, traveling fool. Or maybe it's just that I'm a fool. HA! <em>(only time will tell).</em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165812001096312018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3AttLi5mJvNhN2c56w82xk5ciG5R4fD8dTmUPQ4TCBlVjqx4jINFpmVd9u9Q4ac_gnJ7-5uAvujGxBn2j8HxuQ4KfcTJcg_ewSEP67FsZ9aKuydR9YfhDdYC2-0uDQKWzbChf-AvgMj0/s320/DSCF0002.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><em>Oh, I can't end this post without telling you about the amazing house concert I went to on Saturday. I'm telling you I am one fortunate fool. <a href="http://www.scottkingmusic.com/">Scott King </a>and his friends <a href="http://strangefolk.com/">Steve Jones, Erik Glockler and Ginger ??</a> played together at a mutual friends house. Can I just say....WOW! Ginger drums for Nashville musicians like Bonnie Raitt. Steve Jones is a master guitarist and the vocals of Eric Glockler, well, ...huh! Musical genius ensued. Think Johnny Cash, the Beatles, Led Zepplin, Neil Young, Bob Dylan, and originals. I was mesmerized. I feel so lucky to know these people. And how about the fabulous hosts who opened their doors for this party. Amazing. </em></p>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com1