Sleepy Sundays: Water Peony

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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: Lifeline

Lifeline
Lifeline

If there’s one theme that’s been consistent diving into this new year it’s been that my friends continue to be my largest support system. One of my closest friends and I were sending texts back and forth while I set up the next few months worth of designs. I’ve got some very large projects launching, releasing, and being revealed collectively soon. He proceeded to push me every step of the way & kept encouraging me that my artwork is worthy of great heights.

In rough and trying times, along with the general busy chaos that is my generation’s adult lives I’m so damn grateful to have friends like that who grab me by the shoulders and say “You’re doing a great job! So frigin’ relax!”

You are my lifeline, friends. Keep inspiring people with your ability to love.


While I created this I listened to this:

What is your lifeline?

Have an electric Sunday!

Sleepy Sundays: Beacon

Beacon
Beacon
This weekend in between jobs I had a series of fantastic, otherworldly dreams that all ended up in my artwork. I’m still quite busy until February but thank you all for the kind messages and well wishes through social media. So many of you friends are my little beacons of hope, much like this surreal piece represented in my strange dreams.

What are your “beacons of hope”?

Have a bright Sunday!

Sleepy Sundays: Moon Flower

Moon Flower
Moon Flower

During my time to work this weekend I drifted off to sleep while planning the next day’s projects. I wrote down a lovely vision I had of a waterfall in a surreal setting during the beginning of a dream had later that night. That dream later turned into one of the most terrifying nightmares I’ve had in a long, long time. When I woke up the next day, I’ve never appreciated life more.

When I sat down to try and recreate that waterfall, for the first time in a while, my hands just couldn’t find their way. Maybe the thought of that bad dream clogged my mind. Perhaps it’s due to the fact I just haven’t been physically well lately. Whatever the case, this little surreal design was like art therapy for me in the meantime and it helped more than words can express.

What is your therapy?

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.