The creative and spiritual journey of a (textile) recycler. . .

I have thought about starting a blog for a long time now. I just couldn’t seem to get started. I thought. . what would I say, what would I do and really . . . . . who would care.

Last year I had the great fortune to witness a ‘happening’. As a spouse at a reunion (I know, groan) I was both an observer and participant. This reunion was attended by some of the most creative and talented people on the face of the planet. Really, no exaggeration! But many were holding onto life long insecurities. They didn’t think they were talented enough and embarrassed to perform in front of each other for fear of . . who knows . . . finger pointing, whispers, laughter, ridicule of some sort for sure. Once it was revealed that many shared the same feelings, the healing began. And I was the lucky one. I got to witness it all and benefit as well.

So, the message is that we all think we are not good enough compared to someone else, but we are. Don’t let your fears and insecurities stop you. We can’t measure our own success by someone else’s talents.

This revelation and the kindness / support of strangers has propelled my creative journey to a place I had given up ever getting to. Tho I thought my creative juices were dried up forever, they have merely been reawakened. Many thanks to all involved in my process, including in-part . . Victoria B, Mrs. W., Charles Mc., Claudia H, Mary B, Cindy G, Sandy B, Traci B., Kat C, and my IAA family. So, thank you. I dedicate this blog to all of you!

Monday, February 4, 2013

29 Faces in 28 Days - day 4

Do you believe in spirits? I've been struggling with this for quite a while now. But, I do. This morning it happened again. I heard a crash. No not cars outside, but inside the house. I'm in one part of the house and in a totally different part, with no one around, a pile of things crash to the ground. I know who it is...

~ R.I.P. Jimmy: Tu eres ido, pero nunca se olvida, mi amigo ~
My best friend of twenty years passed suddenly away last year. He was bigger than life, Mr. Personality, the center of attention and yes, Mr. Entertainment. You may think I'm some nut job thinking that this departed one is moving things around in my house, but it has happened before. . . . on his birthday and the anniversary of his passing. Still think I'm crazy. . .  ask me about the missing cell phone some time.

So in anger, disbelief and pain, I cut out his image from black fabric, stitched it down and wrote him a personal note. He already knew what I was going to say. I'd said it all before, but I said it again. . . . 

Here's the link to Ayala Art. This project is herbaby:

Here's the link to the list of participating artists: 

This link will take to to my artFace blog dedicated to all things face: 

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