Tuesday, October 21, 2014

sidewalk message, redondo beach

sending hugs


Saturday, October 18, 2014

journaling regularly gives you a place

to record thoughts

experiment and juxtapose diverse images together

mark an event

write out thoughts that would normally float through

your mind and leave

sketch a scene.

i thumbed through a little journal on my shelf today

remembering who i was at that moment.  also noticing

how the format of my journals have changed immensely 

from the use of magazine images to original painted images

i miss the simple cut and paste and appreciate both ways of expression.

a few photos from the power of art opening of the 

redondo beach art group.  two of my blue monoprints 

are shown in the first photo.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

mixed media, 19 x 24 on bristol paper

with a quick change of settings a my mac

this results and you can have a look

at the values in a piece.

and with a slight chance in the saturation

this results.

ps  i continue to perge and declutter by collecting at least a bag

filled to give away, recycle or throw away.  i say that but look at 

my desk....just saying...i have a long way to go.  and of course,

in the process after a birthday lunch i found a chandelier at anthropologie

 that i was jus that i was looking for...if you can't see the details,

it is wrapped with text paper.   had to have it.  what do you think?

i think i am a consumer/collector at heart.

happy paint party friday.  thanking kristin and eva for this weekly

gather and welcoming all familiar and new friends. 

thank you for sopping by today.


start out wandering

looking for the light

destination unknown

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

journal spread

'and your very flesh

shall be a great


sabrina ward harrison

Sunday, October 12, 2014

acrylic,  gesso

When I Am Among the Trees

When I am among the trees, 
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
   but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
Mary Oliver

Saturday, October 11, 2014

it's your journal.  

it does not have to be finished.

it does not have to be pretty.

it does not have to be perfect.

it is yours.  

as my yoga teacher, christopher, says 

at the end  of each session,

this is who you are

right now.