Create Your Dream ~ Seven Tips

It's the lazy daze of summer...

Life is in it's fullest expansion and my creativity is deliciously adrift.

But with the warm summer breeze comes the subtlest hints of change. Soon the nights will be cooler and it will be time to gather in my creative energy.

Every year at this time I look at where I am and where I want to be...

Where do I want to be one year from now?

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And then I make a plan...

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Why I'm an Artist

I am sensitive.

I notice things…  And I’m curious about them.

I can be still for long periods of time…

Gathering information, processing, wondering…

Understanding and making sense of things.

Quiet and reflective…

And then I must create.

If I don’t create, I don’t feel fully alive.

Creating is a channel for me to make tangible what I see, feel, experience…

Making art makes me complete.

I’m an artist and so I must create.

Art and Nature

I need nature.

Nature makes me happy.

Tree of Life  60" x 36"  Oil on Canvas

I was thinking this as I hummed along to myself, walking through the woods and listening to the sound of the wind through the tree tops and the multitude of birds singing… In that moment, nothing else really mattered.

Art and nature have something very important in common. They both have the potential to bring you into the present moment. 

When you are in the moment and just happy for no reason in particular... Well, what else really matters?...

Summer Rose

Rose in full bloom will romance you with her fragrant beauty, drawing you in... She is in every golden pink sunset and each blossoming garden. She is a summer day...

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                                      Roses  48" x 48" oil on canvas

And she loves.

Her red velvet petals surround her heart, and it's from here that all truth flows... That truth is love. 

Rose is love.

Essence Word: Love

Colours: Rose Red, Pink

Element: Water

Summer is about love, beauty, and deepening into your essence. What is your essence? Your essence is the vibration of your soul. When you peel away the layers of life, you discover your True Self, beyond the roles you play in physical existence. As you rest into Being, you experience your Soul’s vibration. This is a time to deepen your connection to your Spirit and experience the Beauty in the world around you.

When you experience Beauty, you experience your Soul.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter... Life is a never-ending cycle of becoming, blossoming, creating and transforming... Everything that is created in this world moves through these seasons... cycling continuously through life, death and re-birth.

Where are you in Life's Cycle of Creativity? ~ Take the Quiz!

In the forest painting...

In stories and legends trees are symbols of wisdom, strength, protection, secret knowledge, life and fertility. In fairy tales the forest symbolizes the unconscious and is a place of initiation.

Entering the dark forest and the unknown, one confronts hidden aspects of the self in order to experience a re-birth and gain a new understanding and knowledge of life...

I loved reading fairy tales when I was young. And now, as I work on my latest forest painting, I see this symbolism come to life. So what better place to explore this than my ancestral home of Norway?...

Next week I'm off to the land of trolls and the midnight sun! 

Dream Catcher

(read the previous episode here) 

(read from the beginning)

Rose was free. There was nothing left of the Old Woman but a puddle on the ground that slowly began to seep into the earth.

The woods came alive now that the Old Woman was gone. The birds sang joyfully and all the animals came out from hiding bearing gifts of jewels, crystal and gold, and Rose filled her pockets with the treasures.

Rose looked up at the golden web shimmering in the sunlight. In the centre was a large circle or hole. But there was something odd about it. She walked closer and saw that the centre of the web appeared to be a circular window.

“Look through the web and tell me what you see,” said Lucky. So Rose climbed up a tree and perched on a branch next to the web.

“Oh it’s beautiful!” exclaimed Rose. “It’s another land and looks just like my dream!”

“What do you see there?” shouted Lucky, who began to jump up and down excitedly.

“The sky is the most brilliant blue,” said Rose, “With little puffy white clouds floating by… Oh, I feel like I can almost reach out and touch one! There is a green meadow full of flowers… And I can see a castle in the distance. Is it real?” asked Rose.

“It’s your Dream Catcher,” said Lucky, his eyes shining bright. “You wove your dreams into the web as you slept. What else can you see?”

“There is a long, winding road through the meadow with a forest on either side,” said Rose. “On the edge of the forest is a small, white house. It has a lovely garden full of red, yellow and white roses. It looks like home!”

Just then, the door to the house opened and a woman came out with a basket. She went into the garden and began to gather roses from her garden.

“That’s your mother,” said Lucky, who was now sitting next to Rose on the tree branch. “And look, there is your father.” Rose recognized her father instantly as he came out from the forest with his axe in hand. Before she knew what she was doing she called out to him. He turned in her direction but couldn’t see her.

Rose’s eyes welled with tears. “I want to be there more than anything,” she said.

“Just close your eyes and imagine you are there. That’s all you need to do,” said Lucky.

“Will you come with me?” asked Rose.

“No, my job is done,” grinned the little green man, then he jumped down from the tree and disappeared into the forest.

Rose closed her eyes and imagined her dream. She saw the little white house, the red, yellow and white roses, her mother and father, and a path leading off into the hills toward the distant castle. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her face and the warm breeze as it rippled across the tall meadow grass. A tickle on her face made her open her eyes and a golden butterfly flew away. She followed it as it crossed the meadow, stopping here and there on a flower, then flying off again as soon as Rose came near.

Finally she came over a hill and saw the little white house with her mother and father in the garden. Overjoyed she called out to them and ran into their welcoming arms. As they embraced, Rose’s pockets emptied of all her treasures and they all three rejoiced and lived happily ever after until the end of their days.

How Soul Art Helps Me as an Artist.

It is hard to see things about ourselves… they can remain deeply hidden. We might sense they are there… But how can we “see” them?

I am a very visual person, both in how I experience the external world, but also in my internal world; my imagination or “mind’s eye”. So for me to understand something I need to “see” it.

Soul Art helps me connect with who I am. It has helped me to truly understand and connect with my essence. This has been the first step; to become clear on who I am and to nurture that truth. My creativity comes from my essence… So to be clear on what I want to create as an artist, I must know myself.

I think of my essence as the little seed inside me that contains the whole fruit, the whole tree, and all of nature. Once I am connected to this core of my Being, my essence, then I can express my truth and become what I am meant to Be.

Soul Art reveals what is inside of me, to a place where I can see and experience it… My essence into art...

Emerging Red

That which is creative must create itself. ~ John Keats

                       Nathalie Saunderson, teacher at Santosha Yoga Shala, wears the Emerging Red leggings.

Red is the dynamic energy that flows through all living things... and emerges as her Self.

Red is smart and knows what she wants. She takes decisive action to bring her dreams to reality... Red is strong, courageous and ready to step forward into her dreams. Bold and dynamic, she walks her own path...

Essence Word: Create

Colours: Vibrant Red, Electric Blue, Brilliant Green

Element: Fire

Emerging Red represents Autumn in Life's Cycle of Creativity. This is a time for action and creating your visions into physical form. As you emerge with a new sense of self in the world, you are clear on who you are and what you want to create. It's time to reap what you have sown as you harvest your dreams and make them real.

Where are you in Life's Cycle of Creativity? ~ Take the quiz

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Soul Art® Day 2014

'Art does not reproduce the visible; rather, it makes visible.'  Paul Klee

International Soul Art® Day is May 14th!  

Soul Art®  is a unique, creative process that takes you on an inner journey to connect with your spirit, uncover hidden truths and bring your deepest knowings to life. Your art is your soul’s expression and a way to visually communicate your inner wisdom.

I'll be creating art in my studio and on a live google hangout connecting with thousands of other Soul Artists around the world on this global event. 

Transform your inner essence into art!

You can sign up and be a part of this event here.

Caught in the Web

(Read the previous episode here)

Rose moved swiftly through the forest to keep up with the sprightly, little man. She was glad for the moonlight that lit the path through the trees, and for the warm blanket protecting her from the scratching branches.

Finally they arrived at a small clearing in the woods. In the centre was a large stump covered in bits of fur, blood and bones.

Rose shuddered. She wanted to run from the clearing as fast as she could, but Lucky stopped her.

“The Old Woman will soon be here. Quick, throw your blanket up into the trees!”

Rose did as he told her and threw it as high as she could. The blanket opened and stretched across the clearing like a huge web, it’s silvery-blue yarn invisible in the moonlight.

Just then they heard branches snapping and the Old Woman came traipsing along, dragging a squealing pig by the tail. As she came into the clearing, she let out a horrendous shout and the little pig, suddenly free, darted past Rose and disappeared into the woods.

“Look!” said Lucky, "The Old Woman is caught in the web!"

It was a sight to see! The more the Old Woman struggled, the tighter the web wrapped around her. Soon she was motionless but for her screeches and venom-filled rants.

Rose was terrified, but Lucky reassured her.

“The sun is coming up,” he said, “she can’t live in the light.” And sure enough, as the sun came up and lit the clearing with it’s golden rays, the Old Woman began to melt until she disappeared completely from the web...

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