Newsflash: Local Artist Turns 40 and Feels Stuck or Uninspired…

It’s been a funny month.  Without going into too much detail, I basically lost my mojo for the last few weeks.  Normally I don’t have to look too far, or too long, for artistic inspiration.  This was different.  I was feeling truly stuck.  I had no desire to make anything at all, except dinner.  (I kind of love making dinner).


Things are now turning around and I’m starting to feel better.  I’ve made some progress in the way of creative advances.  I accomplished the above journal page which tells part of the story for sure:  A skinny-armed woman stuck in a metaphorical snowbank.  I don’t like how the end of our Maine winters seem to drag on forever.  This one is no exception.  I’m sick of the cold and the snow.  I’m impatient for warmth and sun.  For flip flops and bees and flowers… Happy first day of spring, by the way!

I did something else the other day; I turned 40.  On the day of my birthday I latched on to an isolated glimmer of inspiration and I made a book.  An art journal filled with the best paper under the sun: Fabriano Artistico 120 lb. cold press.  The idea didn’t emerge out of no where.  It was simmering on the back burner for a while.  A couple months ago a dear friend had given me a most awesome vintage “Kalamazoo Binder.”  It had a front and back cover connected with two heavy straps.  It also had a mechanism that allowed you to contract and expand the width of the spine.  There has never been a more perfect cover assembly ever in the history of cover assemblies for my all time favorite binding: the bind-over-tapes method.


The first signature is always the hardest.  But through perseverance, and in keeping my eye on the prize, I accomplished what I set out to do.  And I made some progress climbing out of my snowbank.


Here’s a close up of that glorious stitching:


I even hand carved a stamp for the cover.  A celebration of my milestone.


Call it what you will; stuck, feeling blue, or winter doldrums.  We all know those are just softer words for depression.  I’m not a stranger to end-of-winter seasonal depression.  Self care, herbal tea, Vitamin D supplements and brisk dog walks all help immensely.  “This too shall pass” is a fantastic mantra during these times.


This most recent page is full of happy color; I guess I’d call it a bright abstract landscape.  There’s a little bit of my late mother thrown in there too.  She was a lover of birds and a very creative woman who didn’t live to see 41 years old.  I miss her.

Now, I’m as human as the rest of you.  Some retail therapy happened here too.  These shipped out today and are by far the best flip flops that I have ever worn.  (I used to have a teal pair but they wore out).  They are called Artisan Flip Flops and are made by Clark’s.   May you or someone you love be blessed with a pair as well.



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