Sleepy Sundays: Water Peony

water-peony
Water Peony

This weekend as I sent out my folders to my list of clients we did a little dance between stress and happiness. Friday night I went out like a light after a week’s worth of the nuttiness that can be a work week. Saturday morning awakening to some of the sweetest words ever made my day over and then some. Into the night my hands worked away at florals and the closing of some other projects. There is so much in store for this February. Even though there is still quite a bit of negative going on in the world, your love shines through it all.

This design was inspired by paintings done with loved ones throughout childhood. It will act as sort of a logo mascot as well as a template for my February into spring custom design collections.

What driving force gets you moving? Has someone made your Sunday yet today? Better yet, have you made someone’s Sunday today? 🙂

Have a peaceful Sunday!

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Sleepy Sundays: Memories, Memories

She was on my mind since days ago, when I resurfaced from my work coma and realized Mother’s Day was coming up. While caring for my own son, who recently fell ill I couldn’t help but replay times I was with her in my head.

One of those times, one of the few times she actually drove, we had a blast as we set out on our journey to my old home.

This song that I couldn’t find for the longest time was playing. Last week I stumbled upon it on YouTube:

It was the most fun we had laughing and giggling for a moment in time. I miss her.

Flowers often remind me of her for personal reasons. So whenever you see florals in my art, chances are she may have something to do with it.

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Life has shifted to a point where I finally feel like I’d be making her proud. Growing up, she was one of the only people besides a cousin that ever supported my passions from day one.

She didn’t live long enough to see me get to this point. Yet somehow, I know she’d be my biggest fan. She always was.

She didn’t live long enough to see me become a mother myself. Yet somehow, I know she would love my son unconditionally.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself and ask “Is this really my job? Do I really have most of what I wanted in life? Yet somehow, even with that happiness and sense of achievement, on days like this, I just miss her. It’s a slap of reality that I am a young woman and yet most of my friends and family are dead. I’m determined to honor them. Each time use my hands and mind in unison to create arts in this world, I will honor them.

Nothing’s gonna break our stride, Mom. Nothing ever will.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there.

Sleepy Sundays: Spring Showering

Spring Showering
Spring Showering

It freakishly feels like a mixture of fall and winter around here lately. My area has snow predicted for today. Yet the determined little spring flowers around here keep hangin’ in there and growing. I was inspired by their mild wind dance during the week, so they’ve been popping up everywhere in my work.

During spring, it’s amazing how you can see a bright span of colors even on a gray day.

Have you spotted any color amongst the gray/grey lately?

Have a peaceful Sunday!

 

Sleepy Sundays: Broken Glass

Broken Glass
Broken Glass

This photo-artsy floral was inspired by a fancy centerpiece I accidentally broke once upon a time. Rumor had it this was an expensive little number. I stayed quiet about it most of the day until I became swallowed by guilt and confessed.

Have you ever broken something expensive? Does guilt tell on you too?

Have a peaceful Sunday!

Sleepy Sundays: New World

New World
New World

There’s so much ugliness in our world on the daily. This is a hard truth to swallow. This harsh reality exists whether we want it to or not. Sometimes these modern day truths have us longing for fresh starts. Perhaps that’s what our planet needs. A fresh start. That new lease could begin with you. We could change things for the better before its too late.

Perhaps it will kick off with something as simple as a little TLC. Maybe a utopia doesn’t exist, but just maybe there’s a chance that’s because we haven’t created it yet.

Do you ever feel you need a “fresh start” in life? Have you started something new lately? What would exist in your idea of a “perfect world”?

Have a dreamy Sunday!