Sunday, April 6, 2014

Quiet Reflection Sunday





Normally I start out my Sunday posts with a photo I had taken and a quote. Well this Sunday I decided to do something different.
My blog has always been about the happier side of life, well things are not always that way. I have decided to come clean, to be honest.

I have been an artist all of my life, from the time I could hold a 
crayon my parents paid for lessons. They encouraged my work to a point. I was told art is a hobby and not a career. Well, along the way I have found that art is a way of life, whether I was folding 
baby clothes or cooking. 

I just never felt I had enough time to work. Do you feel that way?
To be honest, I thought, if I were a man and art was my career,
I could go to my studio every day and come home in the evening.
Everyone would accept that, right? As a woman, my career as an artist came second to being a mother and working outside the home.

To get to the point, here I sit, my children are grown up, I have
all the time in the world to produce and yet I do nothing, or
very little. It's not for lack of ideas, they seem to come day and 
night. I haven't a clue why I am not working. Any suggestions?

So back to Quiet Reflection Sunday. I love taking pictures and I love encouraging quotes. I generally select a quote that inspires 
me at the time. So I have one for today, hoping it will encourage 
me to work, and maybe you too.




10 Rules for Being Creative

1. Stop reading lists about being creative and go and do something.

saw this pinterest, made me laugh


7 comments:

  1. The juggling act between family and personal creativity is way more difficult than most would think.
    Even though my children are out of the house - there are still many demands that I feel guilty not putting before my own art making.
    I have found that the kitchen buzzer frees me - one hour of my own art - one hour of wedding prep. I can work on my own stuff without feeling guilty if I wait until my buzzer goes off.
    I don't think I would get half the stuff done I do - children or art - without that little tool.

    Brave post - keep on.

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    1. Thank you for your suggestion. It most certainly is a juggling act. Thank you also for posting on my blog. It really helps to hear what others do.

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  2. Good morning Susan'
    it seems this is the only way I can contact you since you are a 'no reply blogger'. Could you please e-mail me.
    Hugs,
    Karen B. ~ Todolwen

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  3. I never really totally stalled--always was up to something, baking bread, making curtains, reading, and so on--but there was a big gap between my university education in the arts, and actually doing something someone else might consider creative. I read books but quickly became bored with motivation pep talks. I think it began with a major death in my family, which unleased an energy to create no matter what, and at all costs. Crazy...the human mind is amazing, Susan, and I already consider you an artist, even though I don't know you. You just have a way about you...thoughtfulness and going in the right direction. XXX
    I love the idea with the kitchen buzzer, Judy.

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  4. Thank you Dawn. I think things have just changed for me. I made my living as an artist; teaching, shop owner, shows etc.. I have moved into a new phase in my life and at times feel at a loss. Thank you for your lovely comments. Hugs to you too.

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  5. Ha sido un placer visitar tu bloc, te invito a visitar el mío, i el nuevo post sobre la limpieza ecológica y un viaje por la Primavera en Holanda.
    Espero que nos volvamos a ver y si no eres seguidora me encantaría que lo fueras, te espero en mi bloc elracodeldetall.blogspot.com

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    1. Hi Julia, I am so sorry but I cannot read your post. So frustrating. I do not know how to translate a blog comment. Will have to find out how to do it.

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