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Mixing it Up

2011 is off to a running start in my very zippetydodah studio. InSpiration nabbed me without asking for a ransom over the Christmas holidays.  I saw a woman's very tidy creation of a stationery caddy and it got my brain whirling with the possibilities.  I've been doodling and reading and jotting down notes ever since.

The whirlwind of the holidays -- the beautiful company, the bitter sweet passing of a well-loved and good-at-loving dog, the meals, the gift-wrap, the bags and bags of packaging to recycle -- has me thinking of tidy and tiny art that captures the joy of giving generously without the mall runs and amazon hunts.  I'm dreaming of gifts that keep on giving, blessings that keep on blessing... you know... it only takes a spark...

So, the groovy angel friends that hang on walls have  downsized, minimized, flattenized (yep, new word).

And then, they are getting colorized and stickified and stamped.

Art with a capital A?  Maybe not so much.  But it's always important to listen to my friend the Spirit.  And if she says draw and color and cut, that's what I do.  The unexplainable fascination with water-proof pens on watercolor paper is worth exploring and indulging for exactly as long as it takes for the Spirit to offer another path that calls my name.

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  1. LindaJanuary 25, 2011 at 10:56 PM

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    You're back! This makes me happy all over the place--your words and pictures and inspirations!

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  2. LindaJanuary 25, 2011 at 10:57 PM

    If I didn't know you, I'd want to meet you!

    You're the best blogger in the blogosphere!

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