tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589086081542362092024-03-13T08:12:20.294-07:00Art In SoulWelcome to Art In Soul, by Trisha Leigh Shufelt. She is an artist, Reiki Master, breast cancer survivor and Advocate for the Soul. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-39893014123470342952017-03-15T08:41:00.004-07:002017-03-15T08:41:55.792-07:00Whimsy Girls<br />
Life is too short to do the same thing all the time. Recently, I embarked on a series of paintings called Whimsy Girls. It kind of happened by accident, but I'm running with it and hope to create many of these girls. Some have no arms and no faces, much to the confusion of my son and husband. Think Venus de Milo and every woman. I wanted my audience to imagine themselves in these creations. I also wanted something fun, whimsical and maybe a bit odd. Here are some of the images. Prints and originals are available in my etsy store. https://www.etsy.com/shop/ArtInSoulorg<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-3731864568482543152017-02-11T05:59:00.000-08:002017-02-11T05:59:12.215-08:00Tapping into the Creative I've been a professional artist since 2004. One of the things I've learned over the years is the importance of tapping into the Creative. It is very easy to become complaisant and avoid taking risks. Every artist does it. Somewhere along the line, you find something that works and you stick with it. Problem is, eventually that becomes stagnant, causing you to fall into a cycle of self-loathing and blank canvas. I can't tell you how many times (early on) that I got caught up in this cycle. I would crank out pieces that would sell and then eventually the well would dry up. When things would get quiet, I was certain my muse had taken a hike and I had lost the ability to tap into the creative. Nothing could be further from the truth. It was those times that I was recharging my proverbial muse battery. It is in the quiet spaces that we eventually see the biggest breakthroughs. Those are the times that need embracing. Over the last few years, my art has changed dramatically. I went from primarily illustrative works in the fantasy genre (nothing wrong with that) to mixed media and abstract acrylic. Huge leap into the unknown and huge leap of faith on my part. Some have accepted this change and others have not. I've had others tell me they like my illustrative works better. I've had some approach me to illustrate books and are very surprised when I say, I don't do that kind of art anymore. I always add that I may go back to it at some point in time, if the muse allows me to. I think it was Neil Young that said, "I don't work for anyone but the muse." And, I have to agree. I've definitely let many opportunities slip right though my fingers, both consciously and unconsciously, simply because, I wasn't inspired. I knew I wouldn't grow if I took that gig, so I left it alone and moved on to what I wanted to do. So, where am I going with this?<br />
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Recently, I began exploring abstract art. I've been dabbling at it with my mixed media pieces, but haven't jumped in until recently. I had hit a wall, where I felt totally burnt out. I was trying too hard to control the form that somewhere along the line, I was loosing the message. So, I decided that I would just paint. I often paint to music, as it helps me connect to energies within the melody. This time, I would not use brushes, but my fingers, a pallet knife and other materials. The result was truly mind blowing and opened up my world. In one week, I created 8 works of art! I couldn't believe how incredible it felt to just create without any thing in mind. When I stepped back from each piece, I began to see the messages coming though loud and clear. It wasn't about what I thought I was seeing, but how the paintings made me feel. What a breakthrough. I almost didn't want to name the pieces for fear the titles would influence the audience. So, now when I create an abstract, I want to know how you feel, not what you think you are seeing. Because, how you feel is so much more important. If what I paint uncovers something deep within you, then I have done my job.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-48548685981642244952016-12-19T09:23:00.001-08:002016-12-19T10:08:07.189-08:00Opinions. Everyone has one. <br />
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Recently, I had a fellow artist comment on a piece of work
that I created.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I welcome comments.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I’m always surprised when people take the
time to comment on my work, so positive or negative, comments are always welcome.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>In this instance, the artist did not like the
piece. This is fine. Art is subjective and abstract art in particular is very
subjective.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Most people either like it
or hate it. There is rarely an in between feeling toward abstract art. At
least, this is what I have found.<span style="margin: 0px;">
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My Skin (c) 2016 Trisha Leigh Shufelt </div>
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To be honest, I’m not actually fond of this piece. I’ve
rather crudely nicknamed it, The Golden Turd. </div>
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However, it was not the opinion of the piece that bothered
me, it was the interpretation this fellow artist had of the process by which I
create, and their projection of how I should create.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></div>
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For those who are unaware of how I create art, let me give
you a brief breakdown.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>When I create
abstract art, I often choose a piece of music and tune into the energy it
evokes though the music and lyrics. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Sometimes, I have a particular piece of music
in mind, but often it is random. While on rotation, the piece will produce
colors and visuals in my mind, which I interpret and put onto canvas.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This process actually has a name and is
called, Synesthesia.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>There are several
forms. I won’t bore you with them. You can look it up for yourself.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Many creative types possess this
ability.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I’ll be honest; I didn’t know
what it was that I was doing actually had a name until recently.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>For this particular piece, I had chosen a song called, My Skin, by Natalie Merchant,
I had heard on Pandora for the first time that very day.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I thought the melody was stirring, emotional,
beautiful, and the lyrics were evocative. My crude interpretation of my own art has nothing to do with Ms. Merchants lyrics, which I feel are brilliant.</div>
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These are the lyrics by Natalie Merchant~</div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; margin: 0px;">Take a look at my body, look at my hands<br />
There's so much here that I don't understand<br />
Your face saving promises, whisper like prayers<br />
And I don't need them</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; margin: 0px;">'Cause I've been treated so wrong, I've been treated so
long<br />
As if I'm becoming untouchable</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; margin: 0px;">Well, contempt loves the silence, it thrives in the dark<br />
The fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart<br />
They say that promises sweeten the blow<br />
But I don't need them, no I don't need them</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; margin: 0px;">I've been treated so wrong, I've been treated so long<br />
As if I'm becoming untouchable<br />
I'm a slow dying flower in the frost killing hour<br />
Sweet turning sour and untouchable</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; margin: 0px;">Oh, I need<br />
The darkness<br />
The sweetness<br />
The sadness<br />
The weakness<br />
Oh, I need this<br />
Need a lullaby<br />
A kiss goodnight<br />
Angel, sweet love of my life<br />
Oh, I need this</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; margin: 0px;">I'm a slow dying flower, frost killing hour<br />
The sweet turning sour and untouchable</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; margin: 0px;">Do you remember the way that you touched me before<br />
All the trembling sweetness, I loved and adored<br />
Your face saving promises, whispered like prayers<br />
I don't need them</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; margin: 0px;">I need the darkness<br />
The sweetness<br />
The sadness<br />
The weakness<br />
Oh, I need this<br />
I need a lullaby<br />
A kiss goodnight<br />
Angel, sweet love of my life<br />
Oh, I need this</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; margin: 0px;">Well, is it dark enough<br />
Can you see me?<br />
Do you want me?<br />
Can you reach me?<br />
Or I'm leaving<br />
Then you shut your mouth<br />
And hold your breath<br />
You kiss me now<br />
You catch your death<br />
Oh, I mean this<br />
Oh, I mean this</span><br />
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</span>As, I listened to the song on the first go around, I immediately was
struck by the color red. Love, pain, fear, anger, and the root of
survival.<span style="margin: 0px;"> Yes, black and darkness came to mind. </span>I then could see a cocoon and
then gold.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Healing scars with gold~a
Japanese pottery technique. After, several more rotations, the piece was born.
Can I relate to the lyrics? Yes.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I think
many of us can or have related to this experience at one time or another.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></div>
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While the other artist expressed a general overall dislike
for the piece, it was more than the dislike that struck me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>What they truly did not like were the lyrics I had chosen,
and that by listening to this song on rotation, I was allowing myself to become
stuck in the darkness.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>While I
appreciate their concern for my well-being, and assured them that the process
by which I paint did not spiral me into the abyss, I found this advice rather
unsettling.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Normally, I would just
dismiss this, but something inside of me felt this was not a moment where I
should remain silent.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>First, art is
about creation. It is about interpretation of emotions. It is sometimes
therapy. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Sometimes, it is just about
releasing energy and making a magical mess in the process. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Just as life is a balance of dark and light,
so is art.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Sometimes, I create very soft
and ethereal pieces. Other times, I create hard and dark pieces.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I explained to the artist, not everything I
do is sunshine and rainbows. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>While it
may be a reflection of my mood, it may also be a reflection of what I am tuning
into, i.e., the music.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I never become
trapped within my creations. Instead, I create, I release. I let go.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I create some more. I create many things. So,
that is the process.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0px;"></span>Now, for me, the
nerve that was struck by this fellow artist’s comments went very deep. This
wasn’t about whether or not the person liked my art. No, this was a critique about how I create and perhaps. what I should create. The fact that it came from a fellow artist
was even more bothersome. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It is a fascinating and yet, disturbing
trend that I am seeing more and more. Actors, musicians and artists seem
to be taking the brunt of it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Don’t talk
politics; just entertain us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>While this
was clearly not about politics, it was about the way in which I communicated my sense
of self though my art. When you try to silence my process, you are trying to
silence me. Art is self expression. Art should shake you up and get you
thinking.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>In the process, it may get you
thinking about the very things that you need to work on within yourself.<span style="margin: 0px;"> It may make you uncomfortable. </span>If it strikes a nerve, it is because
something needs healing and integrating within the self. <span style="margin: 0px;"> <span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span>And yes, this struck a nerve. Therefore, I am working on the healing of that within myself. </span></span></span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>WE seem
to be living in a time where the lack of control in the world around us, forces us to
want to control how others think, feel and behave.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It is often masked by concern, fear, or for
the so called greater good.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>My
suggestion is to self-check before you express your opinion. Where is it truly
coming from? To quote my Reiki teacher, “Checky. Checky.”</div>
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And for the creative types, don’t let your voice be silenced
by the key stroke or opinions of others. Keep creating thought provoking
material. Keep using your voice. Never let anyone’s opinion silence you, or
dictate what, or how you create art.</div>
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Blessings!!</div>
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I hope everyone is doing well. I have been busy between art shows and haven't had much creative energy. I almost thought my muse had taken a permanent vacation. Much to my surprise, she came back in full force this past week and I have been painting like a mad woman. The above image, entitled Remember Me is one of my latest mixed media works. I've entered it into FASO's Bold Brush Art Contest for the month of October. Only a couple days left to vote on it. Your vote won't necessarily get me into the winner's circle, as the final judgement belongs to an artist judge, but it does help get my work noticed, and for that, I am truly grateful. So, if you have time before the 31st, consider voting for this piece. It is simple and easy. Just click the link and then verify your vote though your email. <a data-mce-href="http://faso.com/boldbrush/painting/115050" data-mce-style="color: #9d918f;" href="http://faso.com/boldbrush/painting/115050" style="color: #9d918f;">http://faso.com/boldbrush/painting/115050</a> </div>
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I've always wanted to do a piece featuring a cross. I'm not religious, but I am a highly spiritual individual, and I love symbolism of any kind. I wanted something that sharply contrasted and stood out. I chose deep reds and oranges (sort of a Southwestern mix) as the backdrop. For me, this comes from the root chakra, and our sense of security. The cross itself is a deep shade of turquoise (one of my favorite colors) and very symbolic of the throat chakra, which is our need to be heard. I wanted it to be off center, because I felt that this was more profound of hidden meanings and messages. It almost looks like water.</div>
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Recently, I sat down with a friend and we spoke in length about my artwork, use of color and positon of images on canvas. It was truly enlightening. If you drew a cross through the center of the page, the left half would be the past and the right half would be the future. The top half is our conscious mind and the bottom half is our subconscious mind (what we are working on below the surface. Hmmmm. I've got a lot going on here in this one.</div>
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I'm excited about the direction of my abstract pieces and recently had another friend share my art page with the comment, if you like soulful abstracts. This meant so much to me. I love abstract art, but often hear people say, "I don't get it" or "It just looks like paint pushed around the canvas. Anyone can do that." This is not necessarily said about my work, thank goodness, but I have heard it on many occasions about the genre of art.</div>
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Again, if you have a moment, consider voting for my art. It is likely a vote you will feel good about, which is sometimes hard to imagine during this election year. And, if you have a moment, stop by my website http://artinsoul.org/ to view some of my new abstract pieces.</div>
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Lots of love!!!</div>
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Trish</div>
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Since April, I revamped my website and joined FASO. It is a much more professional platform for artists. I've also been diving more into mixed media, abstract art and find this process very satisfying. I've been crafty, making various pieces, which explore a more spiritual side of myself and incorporate natural elements, such as shells and crystals (see pics below). I repainted my studio and took care of some personal issues. Life is clipping along at a fast pace. I'm also catching up on some Netflix shows that I've been wanting to see. I began exploring Soul Collage as a way to open up some inner dialogue. If you have any facilitators in your area, I highly recommend it. I also recently turned 47 and until that day was convinced I was only turning 46. Somewhere between cancer and 47, I lost a year. People say that happens. I now know what they mean. Despite the lost year, I'm feeling a renewed sense of health and strength. I don't know what direction I will be heading in 2017, but I'm trusting in the Universe. I know it won't let me down. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-63874844780174176672016-04-06T09:06:00.001-07:002016-04-06T09:06:55.449-07:00KaleidoscopeHi everyone. I just finished up a new mixed media piece that I wanted to share with you. This one is called Kaleidoscope (for obvious reasons). I love the vibrancy of color in this one. Below the pictures is a link to a short video about the piece. The other link is to my etsy store where it is available for purchase.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-52064454490143407722016-03-02T10:32:00.002-08:002016-03-02T10:32:23.656-08:00Art You Can TouchI love mixed media art and since I originally began as a sculptor, it seems only fitting that I would eventually merge my love of sculpture with painting. I have created a number of pieces lately and just finished up an abstract called, The Golden Trees. It is a 12x12 piece utilizing acrylic paint, sculpting medium and fabric. It is available in my etsy store. Below are a few pictures and a link to a short video about the piece. <div>
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January was a rough month. I had so much personal turmoil, that I literally wanted to hide under the covers. I realize I wasn't the only one. Was it Mercury in Retrograde or that old Uranus/Pluto square stirring up shit? Who knows, but I think collectively we were all going though our own private little hell. <br />
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I had an old demon crop up just before January closed. I had a mammogram earlier in the month, which came up normal, but my ultrasound picked up a questionable area on my treated breast. My doctor didn't think much of it, and scheduled a follow-up visit on the 29th. Well, during the visit, I was told that the questionable area looked to be a cyst. This is not unusual for me, as I have lumpy breasts. I believe that is a technical term. So, we did a little needle probing. If it was indeed a fluid filled cyst, the needle would pop the sucker and it would drain. We numbed up the area, which is quite a painful process, especially after radiation treatment. I did not know this, so was very surprised by the overall pain. I watched as my doctor did her best to pop the cyst, and immediately felt panic set in, as I realized the little fucker wasn't cooperating. I was then told that because it didn't cooperate, I had to have a biopsy. That dreaded word. My brain immediately went into a tailspin. I began to imagine 2015 all over again, with treatments, hair loss, pain, the burden on my body and my family. I felt like I was going to throw-up. What made matters worse was the fact that the biopsy had to wait until later that afternoon, as three patients were waiting to be seen by my doctor. So, I had to come back and endure the pain all over again. Now, I know never to do a needle probe unless there is time for a biopsy as well. At any rate, I called my husband and through my tears managed to tell him what was going on. He rushed home and we both came back later that afternoon for the biopsy. It was in a word, horrible. The pain was even worse, because I had endured so much earlier that morning. I had even numbed the area with a topical beforehand, which proved fruitless, as most of the pain is felt internally. After the extraction, we were told it would be up to a week before we heard any news. As you can imagine, the waiting is always the most difficult. While I had "lost my shit" as I like to say, earlier that day, I vowed to not dwell in the past. I asked my angels, guides and Divine Universe, to please give me the strength to handle whatever the results were. I wasn't going to make bargains about eating better and behaving better. I just asked that I handle whatever I needed to with grace and strength. <br />
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Being alone is the most difficult. When everyone goes back to school and work, and the house becomes quiet, the mind loves to pull you into the darkest places. But, it wasn't just my waking hours, I was having horrible nightmares. I had dreams about vampires, doing battle with them and enduring horrible pain that I actually felt in my sleep. They were invading my home. Yes, I realize what these dreams were about. The vampires were my thoughts, my demons and I was fighting them. I have been fighting them in my waking hours too. When I was going though treatment, I did what I had to do to get though. I meditated. I maintained positive thoughts as often as possible. I smiled though many tears. I was never angry, and at for the most part, I did not allow myself to get overwhelmed by fear or emotions that were in any way negative. After everything was said an done, months afterward, I found myself processing all of those emotions that I refused to acknowledge. They came to the surface at the strangest times. I would panic and cry uncontrollably. Every little ache and pain was a sign of the cancers return. Every blood test that was out of range was a clear indicator that something was wrong. I began to blame myself. Was I eating too much sugar? Did I have one too many drinks? Was I too stationary? It was especially difficult on the anniversary date of my diagnosis. So, you can imagine how I felt when I had to endure another biopsy. I thought, I'm not ready!! I haven't even processed everything I had just gone though? It's not fair! I became angry! Finally, I became angry!<br />
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Then, I stopped being angry and just listened. I stopped feeling fearful and just allowed myself to breathe. It's benign. I said this over and over.<br />
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I began to paint. I had spotted a beautiful pendant by a woman named Anna Kiranova. It spoke to me very deeply. It became something of a talisman for me. I have a dove tattoo that I had done when I was 25. My husband always called me dove. I knew I had to paint what it was I was feeling based on this pendant. I contacted her and showed her my work in progress and was met with warmth and best wishes. The image below is the painting. When I look at this painting, I see so many elements of myself. The dove is me protecting my heart. My heart is bleeding out of me and this is all my fear and emotion. It is good and it is bad. It is light and dark. My heart is protected by gold, which is an armor of sorts. I can't help but think of the Japanese technique called Wabi-Sabi, where cracks in broken pottery are filled with gold to make them new again. I've often wanted to fill my scars with gold. If you look closely you will see a black dove figure inside the white dove. This is the shadow self. This piece means a great deal to me, probably more than any piece I have ever painted, because it conveys everything I want and fear to say, so much more than I can possibly put down on paper. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-72978418500213051292016-01-16T04:48:00.001-08:002016-01-16T04:48:42.036-08:00The Man who fell to EarthI said it before, and I'll say it again, I hate January. This January has been particularly brutal. Both privately and in social media. Privately, our family has had its share of stressful events. Then, there has been the seemingly endless onslaught of cancer deaths in the entertainment industry. Yes, cancer takes lives everyday, and these passings are mourned privately within families. The recent deaths of David Bowie and Alan Rickman have caused a stir in social media that I have never seen. Many people frown upon the addictive and sometimes destructive nature of social media, but I have never seen a more beautiful outpouring of the collective consciousness on this planet. For that, I am grateful to be a part of it all, because, I like so many am mourning.<br />
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Both Bowie and Rickman hit very hard, but Bowie in particular has ripped me to my core. January 9th was the first year anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. This was a very stressful day for me and I was genuinely surprised by how much it shrouded my thoughts and feelings. The next day, my husband woke me with the news of Bowie's passing. We are both huge Bowie fans, having grown up in the height of his many changes. My husband in particular was saddened, as he had seen Bowie twice in concert and more aware "age wise" of his emergence on the music scene. My first introduction to Bowie was MTV. The first video I saw was Changes. I was immediately mesmerized and terrified at the same time by his Ziggy Stardust persona. Of course, that concert footage was from the 70's and by the time it aired for the world in the early 80's, Bowie was already onto other incarnations. I then saw him in Labyrinth and fell madly and quietly in love with him. Yes, I was among many who wanted Sara to stay with him in the Labyrinth. It would be later in life, as an artist that I would meet Toby, the baby that Sara fought so hard to rescue. What a thrill. I followed Bowie throughout the 80's. I dare say, he grew more handsome with age. He was certainly a hero of mine, both musically and artistically. <br />
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Perhaps, that is why it is why his passing is so hard on so many. It is never easy when your heroes die. I dare say, the older I get, the more I will see this. We all will. <br />
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It described his work on his final project Lazarus, which has been seen as a good-bye note to everyone. While a public persona, Bowie was intensely private about his illness. We are only finding out that his death was due to liver cancer. The article discusses his project and his courageous battle with cancer. In the days following his death, I wondered if he had chosen treatment. This article confirms that he had and the unfortunate side-effects one experiences. As I read though this very difficult timeline, I began to reflect upon my own battle. We were both going though cancer at the same time, and likely suffered many of the same side-effects at the same time (hair loss, etc). This of course brought home his death even more for me. I cried all over again, feeling as though I had lost a friend, as I had lost so much of myself during treatment. Watching the Lazarus video was very poignant. I felt his pain, his sorrow, and his need to express everything he had within, because time was escaping his grasp. Seeing him leave us though the wardrobe reminds me once again, that death is a doorway. Our time is brief. While the stars look very different today, I am grateful that the man who fell to Earth touched and influenced so many with his beauty, talent and strength. Bless you, David Jones, David Bowie, Lord Byron, Ziggy Stardust and the many, many personas you shared with us. We will love you forever.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-74878405954899821892016-01-01T04:55:00.001-08:002016-01-01T04:55:25.090-08:00Happy New Year?Happy New Year everyone! May 2016 bring you much joy, love, peace, abundance and especially good health.<br />
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Good-bye 2015.<br />
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As I scanned the FB feed last night, I was immediately struck by all the profound status posts from my friends. Many were recalling events of the past year, feeling gratitude for their blessings, saying good-bye to old friends and demons. Some were giving the proverbial finger to the past year. Yes, it was difficult for most people. I sat in quiet contemplation, feeling that I should share a profound status update, because of all that I and my family had endured this past year. Yet, I found it almost impossible. The more I thought of it, the more tense I became, until finally, I had to retire to bed. My husband and son went downstairs and played rock band for several hours. I didn't mind being alone. I need it more than I can say.<br />
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This past year was filled with so many ups and downs. When I reflect upon it all, it seems like ages ago. I don't know if this is chemo brain at work or my way of coping with it all. While going though cancer is no easy ride, I would say that in the end, there was more good than bad. I'm here. I'm alive and breathing. My hair is growing more and more and my nails are almost back to normal. I'm still fatigued and have PTSD at times whenever I experience a strange ache or pain. I know this is nothing unusual and hopefully will subside with time. I'm grateful for the love and support of my family, neighbors, friends, my husbands employer and great doctors. <br />
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Despite all that I endured, my art business thrived and I can say it was one of the best years for me in way of sales and artistic growth. I am excited about the direction it is all going. Doors of opportunity are on the horizon and I am ready to step though without fear of failure or success.<br />
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Like many, I look forward to the new year with hope and anticipation. Yet, I will be honest, January has never been a favorite month for me. It has often been the precursor of gloom and doom. I'm not kidding. I received the breast cancer diagnosis on January 9th of last year (an anniversary that is haunting me a bit). We have experienced job loss in January, major car repairs and other issues. Not to mention that it is the coldest and often snowiest month if you live in New England. This January, we have a Mercury Retrograde to contend with, oh joy. Sorry, if I seem a bit pessimistic. It has just never been a favorite month and I do relish ticking the days off the calendar. I will try and do my best to remain optimistic, as I begin the month with follow-up mammograms, doctor visits and yes, a car repair.<br />
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Still, as I said, I have so much to be grateful for and I am blessed, blessed, blessed. So, my advise to everyone out there who may read this blog, is do what makes you happy today (and everyday), but especially today. Like your birthday, do the things that you love and set the course for how you wish the year to look. If you are a creative, do something creative. If you love nature, spend a bit of time in it, even if it is cold. Write a bit of poetry. Listen to beautiful music. Eat good, nourishing food. Sit in quiet reflection. Spend quality time with your family. Call an old friend. Hug and kiss like you mean it. Be in gratitude. Remember, you are the magician of your life. All magic lies within. May 2016 be everything you ever dreamed. <br />
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Much love to you all!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-63526677431294174532015-11-30T08:11:00.002-08:002015-11-30T08:11:39.929-08:00I am in GratitudeThe last two months have been jammed packed with activity and I am only now getting a chance to sit down and blog. Actually, I have no choice but to take a moment, as I threw my back out recently and my activity is at a minimum. October was a very busy month with two very successful shows and many marching band events for my son. Halloween and Thanksgiving have come and gone. The news is jam packed with politics, the Syrian refugee crisis and the great red cup debate. Much is going on around me, but now, as I sit alone in a quiet house, I cannot but sink deep into my thoughts. I have much to be grateful for this holiday season. I have been blessed with the precious gift of life. The other day I began thinking about having had cancer and how one year has passed since I discovered a lump in my breast. It was around the time of my 45th birthday. This coming January, I will have my first mammogram since my surgery and cancer free diagnosis this past May. There are times where I feel outside of myself and that all that I and my family experienced was lifetimes ago. There are times when it seems like yesterday. I also have moments where I feel like it never happened. I guess that would be hard to understand unless you have actually experienced it. Perhaps, this is the strange way of coping with it all. I know it all had a purpose. Everything does. Sometimes, I feel that I'm understanding why this all happened and that I am living from a place of peace. Then, I have days where I feel completely disconnected from my Soul and find myself behaving from my ego, sweating the small stuff and worrying about trivial things that I should have released long ago. When this happens, I feel tremendous guilt that I am somehow not honoring all that I have been though and the gift that the Divine has given to me. I feel that as a survivor, I should transcend earthly desires and headaches, and operate at a higher level. That is when I have to remind myself that I am only human. My biggest struggle as it has always been is to be present. Cancer made me present. I had no choice. I could only live each day as if there were no guarantees. Now, I find myself looking toward the future more and more in an attempt to manifest, while in reality, all that I can manifest is today. All I can do is trust that all of my needs and my family's needs are being met in perfect, Divine timing. I was able to trust so wholeheartedly during the journey. I had to. It was as if I were clinging to a branch, fearing the fall, but knowing it was strong enough to hold me. I have moments where I want to fly, moments where I can't seem to control my thoughts and emotions, and every world leaks out of my mouth before I've had time to self-check if it is appropriate. I am me. I am completely authentic and unafraid. Perhaps, that is what I needed to learn. I'm not sure. I am certain of one thing. I am grateful. I am grateful for all that has passed and all that is yet to come. I am grateful to my dear husband, who held me up when I feared I would fall. He has loved me unconditionally and through the hell of cancer. I know that he will love me though anything. Thank you, Andy. I am grateful to my son for his strength and beautiful spirit. I am grateful to my family, neighbors and friends who supported me through my journey, who prayed for me, who made me laugh and went above and beyond for me. I am truly blessed by all of you. I grateful to my guides, angels and the Universe for all that you have taught to me and all that you still teach me. Gratitude is where I wish to remain, for in gratitude, I have all that I could ever need. In gratitude, I am blessed. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-67359356721155469022015-08-29T05:21:00.001-07:002015-08-29T05:41:34.185-07:00Closing the book<div style="text-align: center;">
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One of the reasons I am taking a short break from weekly oracle card readings is that I just had port removal surgery. In fact, it was yesterday. I'm a bit sore today, but wanted to write about this part of my cancer journey coming to a close. In many ways, it is the final chapter, although, I do realize that the book never really closes, metaphorically speaking. I will still be dealing with follow-up visits to my team of doctors, as well as the emotions. As I said, yesterday was my port removal procedure. I have mentioned synchronicity before with regards to this journey and yesterday was one of those moments. Let me back track to the day before surgery. A friend of mine sent me a facebook message about angels watching over me and to forward this message to others, etc. I'm not a big one for these types of things, because in essence they are chain mail messages and in many ways perpetuate fear. If you don't do this, this will occur, or if you do forward this, something wonderful will occur. No offence to the dear one who sent the message to me, as her heart was in the right place. Normally, I do not send these out, but because I was scheduled for surgery the following day, I allowed my paranoia to take over and decided, why not. I could use a little heavenly watching over. I sent the messages, closed up my kindle and made my way out the door to pick up my son from band camp. Here is the irony. I open the door, and just as I am about to take my first step outside, a feather lands at my feet. My eyes went immediately to this small grey and white feather, something I may have missed under any other circumstances. I picked it up and ran back into the house to show my husband. I was covered with cold chills and immediately thanked the Universe for its message. I placed the feather in my lucky acorn box for safe keeping. You might remember me blogging about finding a feather on the first day of my chemo treatment. Well, as it turns out, my port surgery was 4 months to the day that I finished my last chemo. For those who do not know what a port is, it is a device used to inject chemo into the body. So, it was very apropos that I would have the port removed on 8/28. Even more interesting was that the doctor who performed the insertion of my port was the same doctor to remove it. Okay, maybe that isn't that strange, but I thought it was profound. I chose to remain awake for this procedure, unlike the first time. The first time, I had mild sedation, because it was the first time I had ever had any kind of surgical procedure and I was a basket case of fear. Not that I wasn't nervous about the removal. However, after everything I have been through the last 8 months, I find myself more on the side of brave than fear. Yeah for brave! The procedure went very well. Other than the shots of numbing agent and the weird sensation of what the doctor was actually doing, I laughed and joked with him and his assistant Josh. Josh prepped me for the procedure and got me nice and relaxed by playing Dave Matthews in the background. Josh is a big DM fan and talked about the concerts he'd been to and showed me a tattoo on his lower arm that pertained to DM. Very cool dude. He is into synchronicity too and we talked a bit about that. I got him teary eyed when I shared a story of when I had first been diagnosed with cancer, my husband danced with me to DM's, You and Me, and how he promised we would dance to it again when all this was over. When the doctor finished sewing me up, a DM song was playing. I wish I could remember the name of it, but I remember the words having to do with change and choices and moving forward. Seems appropriate. <br />
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I'm very honored that my art is on the cover of this wonderful magazine. It is my first cover, and I couldn't be more proud. Thank you Dory and everyone at the Door Opener. The Door Opener will be hosting the Soul Light Expo on October 11th at the Crown in Cromwell, CT. I will have a table with art and goodies, as well as guest speaking about my art and cancer journey. I hope you will join us for a wonderful day!!</div>
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Also, I am taking a bit of retreat of sorts from weekly oracle card readings. The beginning of September is always a crazy time of year for me. Back to school, band season, prep work for upcoming fall shows, and the wind down to my birthday. If you follow astrology, as I know many of my readers do, you know that the month before your birthday is often a winding down period for the birth sign. We feel more tired than usual, are more reflective and often draw into a cocoon to prepare for our next birth year. Well, folks, I'm feeling it big time this year. I need a little me time. I don't know how long I will be away from oracle posts, and please forgive me. I know many of you do read them and look forward to them. I am very grateful that you do enjoy them. Last week saw the biggest surge in readers. Thank you! So, I hope you will forgive my short absence. It shant be long. I am sure I will post from time to time about art and upcoming news. Take some time to breathe, my friends. The change of season is nearing as well as another Mercury Retrograde. Much love!!</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-71223759144203261512015-07-30T05:42:00.001-07:002015-07-30T05:42:27.570-07:00Mantra Deck update<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The Art in Soul Mantra Cards were a labor of love. The deck contains two separate sets. One is designed as oracle cards, where you shuffle, pull a card at random, and allow your intuitive side to uncover messages. The second deck is a daily draw. It contains 31 cards. At the beginning of the month, shuffle the deck and lay it face down. Each day, pull one card, read the message and the mantra. Meditate upon the meaning and recite the mantra over and over until you feel it bec</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">ome a part of you. This card is from the Oracle set and is the Wisdom card. It says I am connecting to the wisdom of the ancient ones. When I meditate upon this card, I feel the message is letting me know that I am not alone and that I am surrounded by deep wisdom. If I listen carefully, this wisdom is something that has been passed from generation to generation and I can tap into it at anytime. It is the wisdom of my gut knowing that guides me and protects me. We are born with all that we need, and all that is sacred and secret is found within. If you are interested in my Art In Soul Mantra Cards, I have a signed set available though my etsy store at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.etsy.com%2F&h=JAQG9qXrnAQHpYh3_6qk_U3WqOLDbyWt-B0NzmMEaPv-8nQ&enc=AZNO-RxR_c4kTywcbI-B2icpOlmc6gYN0YA6exUo6Hirg0Amu67BSdxPijISv2W75S-weCmysXwUUWIJVoKZJmHXCeMPr02F5ebejenVxQOeCY_Crm4GkzvVjvxfcI047FmDtOFkYR0uNGpGbX-k87RxCgDiZOTnJBqq3yy23wXpTSO3HD8_AC6y3BwjawCr4Ro&s=1" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">https://www.etsy.com/</a>…/mantra-cards-oracle-cards-by-art-in-…</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-54654253225369873492015-07-09T06:40:00.001-07:002015-07-09T06:40:33.296-07:00Coming soon!!! Art In Soul Mantra Cards!!<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I'm so excited to announce that my first Mantra/Oracle card set will be available for purchase very soon through Gamecrafter. I've been working very hard on this for quite some time and I know you will all love it. It contains 62 cards in two different set styles. The first set of 31 cards may be used as in a daily draw and features artwork, mantras and inspirational words of wisdom. The second set of 31 cards are more simple and designed like an oracle set. These cards feature mantras and artwork, from which you may use your intuition for guidance on the card message. There is no need for a booklet. The cards come in a beautiful box and are jumbo sized!!! As soon as a proof the first copy, they will be available for purchase at the link below. Please click on the link to see some of the features. </span><span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">https://www.thegamecrafter.com/games/art-in-soul-mantra-cards Below are examples of the two different styles. You can view more at the link above.</span></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358908608154236209.post-50604893912086461362015-06-24T04:43:00.001-07:002015-06-24T04:43:10.710-07:00Don't let fear of success hold you back<div class="MsoNormal">
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decided to speak about my cancer journey at an upcoming Expo this fall.
I'll be there with my art, but this will be the first time I will be
speaking publicly about my journey. Other than theater work in HS,
and a couple presentations in front of employers when I was in advertising, I
have never done this type of thing. Theater and advertising were easy,
because it wasn't personal, and with theater, I was someone else. While I
have blogged about my journey, and spent hours on FB logging thoughts, this will
be 45 minutes of raw me in front of strangers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">In May, my friend Dory,
who runs the expo proposed the idea to me. I was initially surprised and
grateful, but told her I would need to give it some thought. I've been
thinking about it for weeks, but wasn't convinced to do anything until this
past Monday, after sitting down with the Social Worker from the cancer center
where I receive treatment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I stopped in her office, per her request, as
she wanted to know how I was doing and if there was anything I needed.
This was our first meeting and I felt an immediate comfort level with
her. I suppose it is her job to put people at ease. So, we got to
talking about me, what I do, how I was feeling, and how I got from A to B in
this journey. Through the process, I realized, I had a lot to say and
overall, I wanted to say these things to others. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Prior to my diagnosis, I
had many "fears”. The list is quite long, but one of them is the fear of
success and the fear of failure. Everyone fears failure in some way, but
how many of us are afraid to succeed? Actually, I've come to realize that these fears go hand in hand. As an artist, I've been putting
myself "out there" for years, but I'll admit that subconsciously, I
believe I have created a block to success, because I fear failure. If I'm
not successful, I can't possibly fail. Sure, I've had my share of
successes and they have been wonderful, but the BIG stuff, the stuff I truly
want always seems to encounter a roadblock. I believe it has to do with
convincing myself that I am not good enough. Perhaps, it is
comparing myself to someone else. Perhaps, it is the
feeling that I do not deserve success. I think it is all these
things and more. I have pages and pages of would be novels I've written,
but have not put "out there". I have art in the back of my mind
that I want to create, but fear I'm not good enough as an artist to bring it
alive. I want to start my own art gatherings to teach others, but linger
in self-doubt, because I am not classically trained. Who am I to teach
others when no one taught me? Doubt, fear, etc. I've come to realize that this is all an illusion
that I have created in my mind from past imprinting and perceptions I have put
upon myself. We all do it, and it is time it needs to stop. How can
you possibly be your best and highest self if you are constantly afraid of
facing that person? We face people every day, but we never truly face
ourselves. It's time for everyone to look in the mirror and say you can
do anything you set your mind to. You are worthy of happiness. You
are worthy of abundance. You are skilled and talented. You have all
the tools you need. Take flight, my friends. It's time.</span></div>
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The Path We Walk Is Our Own Creation (c) Trisha Leigh Shufelt </div>
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Over a year ago, I took a group class taught by my Reiki Instructor that focused on listening. Our little group met once a month for a year and we read from a book called, A Hidden Wholeness by Parker J. Palmer. Each week, we would review a chapter, break off in solitude to answer questions in our journals, and then return to the group to give out thoughts. We were then asked questions. The questions could not be leading in nature, and as the person answered our questions, we had to simply listen to their response. We were not allowed to offer advice, a tissue should there be tears (which there often were), or fix, save and rescue. Eventually, we learned the art of true listening. <br />
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Since then, I've tried to apply the techniques I learned when having conversations with others. It is fairly easy with strangers, as the natural boundaries often apply. When it comes to loved ones and friends, well, that is a different story. I've gotten better at it, but don't know if I will ever master the the true art of listing. I think each sex has their own tough time with it. It is hard for women, as it is in our nature to nurture and heal. Men always want to fix, save and rescue. However, I think it important to realize that the most important thing we can do for another person is to simply listen, and remove ourselves from the desire to fix, save and rescue. It is important to realize that this person you are listening to is walking their own path. It is their journey, not your own. Once you begin trying to fix, save and rescue, you take on the burden of their karma. It now becomes your own and this is something you do not want or need. As an empath, I am unlearning this habit. It is not easy. If we are to grow as individuals and learn our Soul lessons, we must allow others to make mistakes, have triumphs of their own, and walk their own journey. Of course, if you see someone in a dangerous situation, it is wise to offer guidance, but remember that even if you do, they may not always heed your advice. Sometimes they will fall regardless of your help, but hopefully in the falling they will have learned a very valuable lesson. Sometimes, you will see those you love get stuck in self-destructive patterns. This could be on the work front, in personal relationships, or within themselves. It is difficult to watch someone go though these things, especially when it affects you directly. Our instinct is to try and help, perhaps get angry and project our own fears, or become passive aggressive. I've been there, and the only thing I could do was realize this person had to work it out for themselves. I asked questions that would allow them to think about the situation, but not offer advice on how to fix it. When I did this, I found that the person eventually began to see these patterns themselves and work to fix them on their own. Eventually, they realized their hand in it all. Situations are not simply happening to you. We all have a part to play in what is going on around us, and patterns will continue to repeat until we realize the lessons we need to learn. Once we learn, the patterns stop. <br />
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So, the next time you find yourself in a situation where you want to fix, save and rescue, try to just listen. Ask non leading questions (questions that do not project your emotions of how you want the person to respond). It takes practice, but over time, it will allow the person you love to evolve into their best and highest self. After all, this is what we all want and need.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367951864241401956noreply@blogger.com0