the way it happened...part I

I am an artist because I want to be one.
I call myself an artist, and I worked really hard at being one.
Mostly, I have worked at convincing myself.
You see, I am never as good as I wish to be, I really have no natural talent for art.
I have had no schooling in the arts.
Every part of art-making has been pure desire to create.
The past 10 years have been filled with trying figure out how to do it.
How can I make the art I dream about?
Art is like a never-ending puzzle.
I struggle with it, I practice, I try, I cry.
And sometimes
something good comes of it.
I am never truly satisfied, but there is hope.
Hope is the thing that keeps the living alive, I think.
Art journal page
When my left eye became blind, I was nonplussed.
I am such an optimist
that I assumed there was a reason it happened.
I was sure I was given the key.
Maybe this, this blindness, would release the elusive artist.
And so,
I painted this woman.
acrylic on canvas 16x20"
In my mind, she is a princess, captured and enslaved.
I love her,
her story is at once heart-breaking and unflinching.
so very beautiful
{even though I see her mouth is crooked}
I am not sure how she happened to come out of my paintbrush,
but that she did
is a miracle.
Or proof of miracles.

Love, Lisa

upcycling a plain, black sweater

last year when I lost my vision in one eye,
I turned back to my love of yarn.
crochet and embroidery.
this sweater was a perfectly nice sweater.
but. still.
it wasn't "priti"
a sacred heart...that helped.
and then the sleeves. {they were 3/4 length}
and a pocket.
{for a phone, if you are the sort that has a phone}
(((I am not that sort)))
and a priti button.
and ta-da!
wearable art.
she is for sale in my shop.
love, lisa
has everything become more difficult?
i decided to start writing on my blog again for the new year.
google heisted my blog and after 2 weeks of fighting 
i surrendered.
i had to begin again.
so here i am, never giving up.
I started a new journal this year, handmade from 
a vintage book "thought transference"

my word of the year is from a wine label...illumination.


happy new year.😐and love, lisa







the way it happened...part I

I am an artist because I want to be one. I call myself an artist, and I worked really hard at being one. Mostly, I have worked at convi...