Posts Tagged ‘emotion’

mothers day

Monday, May 10th, 2010

“So what are your plans? Do you plan on going back to Iowa?” he asks. We’re in a big group, so I’m not about to blurt out how I actually feel.

**What! Why would I go to Iowa? To visit a grave??**

“hmm..nope. Just staying here. You?”

I quickly end the conversation and run back to my friends. I kind of want to cry, but realize I can’t. This person doesn’t know – most don’t. I can’t expect everyone to just know…he was just making conversation and it’s just a day, but sometimes holidays can be rough. I do my best to make the most of them, and remember that there isn’t a “formula” for how a holiday is supposed to look, but holidays bring up the fact that you can forget the day-to-day-ness of someone. And remembering the forgotten makes you question who you are.

Are you “you” because you lost them? And would you be the same with them?

These questions and a variation of more will probably be with me for the rest of my life. I’ll always “wonder” about things, but I like who I am. So I have to think that she’d like who I am too, and that I would have gotten here regardless.

My memories are faded, but we learn to hold onto the best parts of a person. My mother used to love flowers. Maybe this is why I’m so drawn to them. Sometimes, I like to think that she’s the moments I stop to smell the flowers and notice beauty.

Here are some moments from last week..

Hope you all had a lovely weekend and a Happy Mother’s Day! :)

xo

transitions

Monday, March 1st, 2010

My art has taken a turn. This realization has been pretty exciting.

Last year was pretty turbulent and was reflective in my paintings. It’s really interesting to look at the progression from then to now. My good friend, Kristen, also helped me see this transition!

Colors were a bit blurry and everything was a bit muddy.

There was a lot of chaos and little detail.

I just needed a way to get through the muck…

It really was about release..

But lately something has really changed.

Maybe it’s a reflection of my life..
I’m happy and sharing love as much as I can.
It’s all about the details and looking a little closer..
And remembering why I love art in the first place..

I like creating landscapes of color and daydreams.
Little worlds to escape into.

Like this one I did for a friend last year..

and this for my friend’s baby, Georgia Faith.

My art is best when I’m feeling the love!

watercolors

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009

i went to montauk for the weekend. it rained for two days straight, but i was still able to do some art.

here are some of the latest pieces. i like the watercolors and i think i’ll be using these for the “cats of my life” series…(coming soon)

enjoy!

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Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

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Sunday, August 16th, 2009

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Friday, August 14th, 2009

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share your love with me..

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

It’s an evil wind that blows no good, yeah
It’s a sad heart that won’t love like I know it should
Oh how lonesome(oh how lonesome) you must be (you must be)
It’s a shame (shame, shame) if you don’t share your love with me

It’s a heartache, yeah (it’s a heartache)
When love is gone (baby it’s a heartache)
But it’s bad (bad) and even sad (sad) oh later on
And there’s no one blinder than you won’t see
It’s a shame (shame, shame) if you don’t share some of your love with me

I can’t help it, oh no
He is gone
I must try to forget
Because I’ve got to live on
Oh it’s a good thing it’s a sweet thing (it’s a sweet thing)
To love someone (such a sweet thing)
But it’s bad (bad) and even sad (sad) when it’s not returned
Oh, how lonesome, how lonesome, how lonesome (oh how lonesome)
You must be (you must be)
I tell you it would be a shame (shame, shame)
A shame if you don’t share your love with me (share your love with me)
It would really be a mistake baby (shame, shame) if you don’t share
Your love with me (share your love with me)
It would sure be a shame (shame, shame) if you don’t share
Share your love with me (share your love with me)

-af

damn, she’s so good.

bloomington street

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

you say we’ll always have bloomington street
we could have had any street
anything
it was in front of you
but you chose to look backwards
hold onto something

dark
cold
empty

love was in front of you

looking ahead
forward
ready

i didn’t need forever anymore
i just wanted you
for the here and now

i found your language of communication
actions do speak louder than words
but you didn’t see my actions
i overlooked yours for a time
but
all you had to do was ask me to notice

my constant questions
were my way of trying to get you to open up

talk
speak
spill open

but you chose to look away
pretending

dark
cold

empty
blank stares

you cannot fix what you do not know is broken

wanted

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009

I have wandered far and wide
for something real something to die for
but I have found you and you do not see
all that is me all that is true

I am more than you will see,
I am more than you will need,
I am more than you will see,
more than wanted

As you float the flimsy surface
you should know life lies beneath it
don’t pretend you feel what I feel for you
live illusion and i am real

I know, I know you like the way
you feel when I play
I know, I know you don’t really
hear what I say
I know, I know you are waiting
for something to raid
I know, I know you wish you could be
more than you say

I have wandered far and wide
for something real something to die for
but I have found you and you do not see
all that is me all that is true and

More than you’ll love, more than you’ll hate,
more than you’ll hold, more than wanted
more than you’ll crave, more than you’ll cherish,
more than you’ll have, more than wanted

-vc

Being an artist.

Friday, June 12th, 2009

Ahh, it’s Friday and the sun has finally decided to come out! This makes me very happy, I’m just finishing up at work and getting ready to go home and do some art. I haven’t had much time do anything personal, as work has been crazy busy! (not that people use their work day to do anything personal…ahem..clearing throat). I’ve spent the past three days looking at images and more images. I was going to write about all of the work craziness, but decided I didn’t want to spend any more time thinking about it, so onto better things.

Art.

A few days ago, I had a really good conversation about art and what it means to “be an artist.” For awhile I was stuck and not painting as much art as I’d like. I had a lot of chats with people about what I wanted to do, but didn’t actually do any art. I’d ask people what they thought of my work and how I could improve it. Before long, I had lists and lists of what people thought I could do. Don’t get me wrong–I asked for this and many points were valid–but when a free moment came and I wanted to do some art, I couldn’t do anything! I’d pick up a paint brush and just feel stuck. I started to feel that whatever I did (or was going to do) wasn’t (wouldn’t be) “good/pleasing enough” to different people. What one person likes, another person hates….and as one can imagine, it was very overwhelming.

Truthfully, I’ve been feeling this way about my art for awhile, but haven’t spent any time thinking about about. I’ve spent a lot of time working on my “worry knots” and letting go of negative emotions.  My feelings of being stuck actually relate to all of this. Since I am a person that constantly wishes to please people, it’s natural that I would want them to “appreciate my art,” but worrying about what others thought made me lose site of why I did art in the first place. In all of these jumbled thoughts, I realized a few things.

1. I am an artist~ what this means to me, is expressing myself through color, photos, music, writing, doodling, or any other creative outlet. I am an emotional person and it feels good to release…whether it’s in a pretty painting or just screaming into the air…I find that I’m a better person when I let it go, rather than keeping it in.

2. Pretty things make me happy~ even if they are boring to some people. Colorful swirls, butterflies, trees, GLITTER, and whatever else comes to my head. I like this. The best things come, when I just let it flow…seems to be a theme..”letting go, release, etc.”

3. Time will always get the best of me~  I’m one person and can’t make everything today. While I might only make one painting every couple of months, it’s better than nothing. I’m also starting my career, singing in a choir, volunteering, and a bunch of other things. The time I can spend on art, should just be spent on creating, and not worrying about what everyone else will think of it.

I’m glad I figured these things out. I realize now that worry, fear, and wanting to please others take over me. It can affect me in all areas of my life: love, art, relationships, etc. These are my “worry knots.” Sometimes they come out of nowhere, making my tummy ache. They are often caused by something completely imaginary or irrational, black and white thinking. Believe it or not, I recently did a painting about my “worry knots” and I’m pretty pleased with it. It’s a piece where I allowed myself to just be and release everything I’d been feeling. The past few months have been about this, “letting this be” and figuring myself out. It’s been hard at times, but right now I feel like I am in a very good place. My plan is to do more art about my self growth. Now that I’ve let go of these pressures, I think my art will grow with me.

My painting about letting go of "worry knots"

My painting about letting go of "worry knots"