The Face of Limitation

These are the faces of my latest limitations.

If I couldn’t use my right hand, I probably would never have attempted new art. I feel like I really had nothing to lose in trying lefty pastels and then my oil and cold wax faces. After all, I wasn’t allowed to paint in familiar ways during the days following carpal tunnel release surgery, so if I wanted to paint, I was going to have to push myself outside the old comfort zone.

My right hand has a long way to go in the healing process, but I think I’ve adapted and even grown. I’m sharing this in case you ever feel frustrated with limitations placed on you. Don’t let them defeat you even for a moment. Just grow where you’ve never thought of growing before.

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two days have gone by in the month-long countdown. surgeon said no right-hand painting, but i thought i would experiment with the left. if i can vacuum with my left hand, surely i can get loose and go lefty with my art. so off to the studio i went with my black lab anxiously hoping for a good nap while keith jarrett’s piano plays us something peaceful. it didn’t take long for reality to set in. without a second hand, i couldn’t even open the tube of paint. funny. i forgot about that one little detail. 28 days to go.

Letting Go


This painting was chosen yesterday — chosen to leave my little nest for the big city of Atlanta, to live its life in a luxurious loft. I’m a little sad because I always loved it. And I’m a little happy because someone else loved it as much as I did.
This is the life of an artist — a life of letting go.
First you have to let go of inhibition, of perfection, of rejection and of fear, constantly reminding yourself that not everyone is going to like what you create, and it’s ok.
Then, someone comes along who not only likes it but wants to purchase it, and you have to let go again. It’s a roller coaster of emotions on any given day.
So back to the easel I go, getting ready for the next letting go lesson.

Shine

Sometimes you have a day that shines on you — not only in an external way, but inside as well. All the good stuff you feel in your heart and your head somehow surfaces and shows up in your face and in your walk and in the way your carry your burdens. I know this only because it happened to me after a rather enjoyable and productive day “working” in the studio.

Sophie is my dog, and she expects an afternoon stroll to the bay. So that’s where we were going. A new neighbor and her pet crossed our path, and we exchanged pleasantries. She shocked me with a “You look nice today.” Really??? In my old jeans, t-shirt and work boots? It wasn’t the outfit, I realized. It was the “infit.”

I thought about this for quite some time, hoping I could duplicate the day, and keep that look going. The only way, I think, is to take every kind of day and focus with enormous gratitude on every breath with which we are gifted. Then give that gratitude to another with a smile and a strut that shouts of shine.

Have a blessed Easter weekend!

I Don’t Want You To Buy Anything

This evening, as part of Artists of 30A Art Walk, my studio will be open from 5-7 p.m., but I don’t want you to come with the idea that you have to buy something. I want you to come with the idea of a having a restful evening under the stars, by the fire. I am making some simple snacks to share, because this night is about sharing . . . sharing who I am and where I create so that if you ever run into someone who wants or needs art, you think of me. I like to keep things simple. If you like my art, you will like me, and you will remember the wonderful time you had at my home studio tonight. See you later!
By the way, I’m at 60 Summer Breeze Lane in the Point Washington area of Santa Rosa Beach, a mile up 283 from 98, a mile east to Cabbage Rose, three streets up to Summer Breeze and three houses down on the right. Follow the lights to the back deck.