Friday, May 31, 2013

more about my little kitty Arabella. When she was 11 weeks old she was very
 very sick with an illness called 'giardia' which is very difficult to cure and
most cats would die from it. I took care of her day and night, 24 hours for
over a year and I really mean, day and night. She survived and has been a
faithful constant companion, never leaving my side. She also talks all day
long and I would love to know what she wants to tell me. She actually tilts
her head to the side, looking rather comical, and talks. Sometimes plaintive,
 some other time demanding or with a soft purr....(she is not
a Siamese or Burmese, but a Burmilla. They are known for their intelligence
and playfulness and of course affection. ) I always had Siamese or Burmese,
 but the Burmilla is a combination of both with some Chinchilla mixed into
 the mix, and they really make awesome pets. You are never alone.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

it's called 'priorities'

It's called Priorities and if you don't have any, life will eventually lead you to make them. Time is of essence and does not have mercy. It simply does not stop and for creatures like me.  I really really need time to follow my many loves and passions. It is not an obsession though I will admit that creating digital pages was somewhat close to it a few years ago - until recently.

No more though, but I have always been very creative and could never sit still just watching TV without doing something with my hands: knitting, tapestry, crocheting, sewing, designing, reading between ads or carving a piece of wood.....In short, I was always busy. Somehow the need to create is so strong that when I am away from it I feel impatient after a while. I need to get back into my own space, retreat into myself and let my ideas flow or - not.

Some of the people I talk to don't understand. They ask me what I do with myself all day...and when I say 'getting my hands dirty with paint' or drinking a coffee and messing around on paper, or walking along a street taking shots of ordinary things, delighting in finding a dandelion in bloom and carefully wrapping it in tissue so I can press it between the pages of a book, or going to the woods to find a violet and like a child looking up with delight that I found JUST the right one to use in one of my art works.....or looking for a rusty nut and bolt..... people ask 'why do you want a rusty nut and bolt' with a frown, giving me an odd look (and me defensive, mumbling 'no......I haven't lost it - yet'.....I need it for a canvas painting....
I am also a writer and words are ME. I use them. Funny really because English is not my first language. But I feel more proficient in it than using German. I love writing about anything. And of course I use it in genealogy, another huge passion of mine - right now I am still trying to finish a book on the life my ancestors led 100 years ago, 200 and 300 years ago..... Fascinating how they survived in war torn Europe throughout the centuries!

A normal day in my life starts with getting up around 8.30 or 9 a.m. It's been cold recently here and the heating has been shut down so we are very cold in the apartments right now. Hm, well, I have a heater going but it is not enough....anyway, off to fix porridge and coffee, sitting on top of the bed, first I check the weather, then updates on CNN and the news mostly on BBC. Being totally European, I need to know what is happening across the Atlantic and don't care about local news at all. Bad bad me....but that's the  truth and it's time I own up to it.

Time for a shower and by that time it's 11 a.m. Hair styling (we are still vain.....preening, checking what to wear etc.... and then starting my first set of excercises. Twenty minutes. Then a walk which hopefully will increase in length as the weeks go by. For now I am limited to 1 km. In between any of those silly activities I always have to make one phonecall organizing the rest of the day, discussing various states of health etc.....a second call to my oldest who is not doing well right now....and if possible, painting a page or working for about twenty minutes on a digital page. By that time it's time to close my eyes for an hour or two. Sometimes I fall asleep, sometimes I read. But it's a time we reserved to have total QUIET time. My eyes have been bothering me recently and it's good to close them. But mostly I need to rest my back and hip both of which are still very painful. I don't take painkillers so I need to rest and regain my strength.

And then it's 3 p.m. Either we have a coffee at home and chat about various stuff, watch a little of the news (finanacial channel) and by 4.30 it's time for me to carry on with walking, excercises etc....and starting dinner. A lot of days we go out for the afternoon, walking along the harbor or in one of the parks and sometimes we eat dinner out, but by 7 or 8 p.m. we are back... by then my phone is flashing - messages! stop the exercises, and return some calls....... my goodness, do I hate the phone.....some people simply love chatting and cannot limit their calls to a five minute talk. ... my hands start aching, my ear hurts, my voice is raspy, but I don't have the courage to limit chatting. I will have to work on that part. Definitely. Hate dislike hate wasting time and most of the talking is basically repetitive. Unless I talk to a friend who shares the same interests that I have, there really is not much to talk about....emmm......ehem....(see my various hobbies and the profile)

oh, I forgot: I have recently started watching 'Coronation Street'.....(grrrrrrr, my head is hanging down, I feel duly mortified but nevertheless I am hooked and watch it!)..... and the rest of the evening I try and work on my art journals, a wonderful hobby that I truly enjoy. I also take classes and tutorials. And I write. Either in my journals or
stories about my ancestors and how  they spent their time centuries ago. Most of my free time is spent learning. By 11 p.m. I stop everything, exercise some more, walk around another km, play with my kitty and then into bed - to read a book until midnight. Welllll, last night it was 1.30 a.m. when I finished reading.

But then my life is mine and I can do what I want when I want and adjust activities accordingly.... I have not included general shopping for groceries, going to many doctors right now, I have seven specialists myself, not to mention my husband.....getting my hair cut or styled, spending time in Toronto, going to concerts in Hamilton or Toronto or simply sitting on the balcony with a glass of wine contemplating life and enjoying Arabella's company. Arabella is my little cat and she is more like a human - she is never more than 6 inches away from me wherever I am and that includes the bathroom. There she sits on the edge of the tub talking to me or on top of the bathroom sink when I brush my teeth. She is there. You cannot look at her sorrowful face and not want to play with's just begging for it.

If you are interested, please feel free to visit my gallery here (you learn a lot
about an artist when you really really look at their work) :

Thank you so much for taking the time to visit with me. I will be catching up
on your work later today.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

'Where Women Create', a magazine published by the Stampington Company, made me think of taking a shot of my little space where I work. Well, not the whole space or room but just my main desk.....I really need another table, maybe build it across the corners at both ends. (this is where I get my fingers dirty, my hands literally diving into paint and smudging it.

I also decided to post the link to my main gallery every now and then. I always felt that my children would not be too happy about the idea  but it is MY artwork and why shouldn't I ?  It seems a shame that they would not know about that part of my life and be proud of me. So, here is the link. Enjoy:

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

my goodness, time flies and I am way behind in everything. When I said that my life has changed, I was really stating a fact: I still enjoy being creative but I am almost back to where I started: researching my roots, studying history and learning about mixed media art. The layout below was motivated by the quote.


Thursday, May 9, 2013

I was asked a few days ago what I meant by 'living life'.....and I had to stop and think about it trying to define 'living life' and what it means for me. Going back a few years (since I started digital art on the computer, writing my biography etc. etc.), I used to spend well over ten hours daily on the computer. Every available free minute was dedicated to 'creating' something. It was like an addiction (though I am not a good judge about addiction since i never had that problem) but I sure as heck was addicted to 'creating'...... And I thought I was 'living life'.

And then it happened. I had a very bad fall and broke and injured my back, pelvis etc. etc..... That was just over three months ago but my life changed from that very moment. It has not been the same i.e. my attitude has changed. I still love creating and sit at the computer but it is not a priority for me any longer. No more rushing through dinners, visits or shopping to get back on the computer. I am more conscious of HOW I spend the day, to look at the moments in life, the little things, and spending quality time with those around me including my little kitty.

The scales tipped and I found my balance once more.


of course, one of life's pleasures -
a glass of wine or a cup of great European friends know
that a glass of water always
accompanies a great coffee...)

Thursday, May 2, 2013

a few pages from what I call my 'Beginner's Journal'....I still have to add some bits and pieces here and there, but the general idea is there. I am getting bored and have to work on something else, hehe.....Some of these pages still need the 'finishing' touch, but the
idea is there....
I will be working on the cover soon and post it
here too. I think I like creating the actual covers more than the pages at times.
My next step will be to start a new journal, recording some of my travels
overseas or just messing around with mixed media and artsy stuff. Either
way I shall have fun.

You can see that I really 'played' with paints, experimenting with stencils or
creating my own, involving hours and hours of learning and finding out what
I prefer working with, what kind of media I cannot live without and what
style of journal I like. I have to admit that I keep coming back to Mary Ann Moss
and her wonderfully relaxed ways of working with papers, collage, ephemera
and of course paints, pens and everything else.