1979 still dwells here That little girl still dwells here..... just in a different body. she is not someone else. she is me. She sees beauty among the chaos. She can go anywhere with a red and yellow banana seat bike. Cupcakes with little plastic clowns, they brighten her day......blue icing sitting with Granny watching afternoon cartoons to the hum of a box fan. Saving my allowance for a monchhichi at the Super 8. the red, white, and blue rocket popsicle. pac-man and the frenzy of the arcade. strawberry shortcake and all her divine smelling friends. monopoly marathon for days. summers inside swimming at the pool all day. popping water balloons on uncle John's car from the roof....then running to the living room as if nothing happened. sitting on the kitchen floor rolling pennies during the hard times. dancing to Michael Jackson on my walk-man. taking care of my little sister..... the sweet girl with big brown eyes and Shirley Temple curls. yes, she dwells here still
The Paint Your Story online workshop has been a magnificent hit. With
the live class, my students made discoveries about themselves and their
artistic voice. When I created PYS, my goal was to be a teacher who
coaxed and nurtured each student into creating their own story.....their
own voice - to not just create a "mindy" painting. I wish I
could show each and every one of you the amazing work that came out of
this class. I wish I could share each story.......
But then why not make your own?
I'm offering the Paint Your Story self-paced class right now. You will
have access to all the material until December 1, 2012. I give you the
ability to download all the videos for your own private viewing. They
are yours to keep. I also encourage you to print out any of the text
you'd like to keep.
Click here to sign up and learn more about the course content and supply list.
here are what folks have been saying about the class:
The Paint Your Story (work-at-your-own-pace) class will be ready very soon. Most likely in a couple weeks!
It will be available instantly on the ning network Ruzuku platform. You will be able to download all the videos to keep for your private viewing and I encourage you to print out any text in the class that you like. There won't be a facebook group but you can share your creations right in the classroom for others students to admire and comment on. The decision is yours.......
I will send out a newsletter when it is ready. So sign up to be the first to know. You can visit the Paint Your Story link to find out about what supplies you'll need. I also have Zines available now, so you are more than welcome to go ahead and purchase one of those separately before the class starts.
You can email me at lacefield13[at]yahoo.com if you have any questions about supplies or anything else.
Speaking softly on paper
realizing my comfort.
propped up feet crossed as they are snug in my red quilt.
when i think about it there has always been a quilt.
baby pink. now red. stitched from the older generation
letting my pen flow
harboring passing glimpses as they are set out to sea.
wishing them well as if they are my own.
my thoughts. divine language.
cursive not print. sacred movement and shape
Demanding to be seen. heard? no. forget the mind
left out in the dark wandering in the damp understory
of the conscious. reaching deeper on another level.
spontaneous motion awakens soul. spirit.
splattered onto the paper. dark against light.
fearful in the next popping image.
i look away yet my mind is at a stand still.
living and breathing in this space. yes.
continuing tomorrow. Streaming, screaming
Farewell friend, until then.
I have something to say.
Knowing that something special is on the horizon
yet not knowing what form it will take is baffling.
I keep thinking.
A magical place where flowers talk and turtles dance.
I feel it evolving yet though only soul work will I coax it to the surface.
Teetering on darkness yet sugar-coated.
Faltering may be my savior of anything that is creative
Isn't that where Magic lives.
Fairies lighting on your shoulder
dive into the subconscious mind.
dream-state is where I frolic with mistakes and imperfections
this place is the secret where innovation and imagination PLAY
to test the impossible till it becomes possible.
everything begins as a thought and only through being brave,
to accept we may fail is powerful
to face the fear, we can accept it with weary eyes.....
exhaustion, head aching.
yet we move forward anyway.
what gifts will unfold from failed attempts
to hold something once flawed, once broken
it becomes a chalise of knowledge