Dear Reader – (day 25) Will Paint for Coffee

Dear Reader

About a month ago, I did some commissioned artwork for my sister.

Nothing huge, but still.

“How can I pay you?” she texted. “PayPal? Check?”

“A Starbucks gift card” I replied.

She “lol”ed.

“I’m serious,” I typed. “Just email me a Starbucks gift card.”

My weakness for a Starbucks double tall latte rivals my weakness for pizza or childish candy. Thus – it makes no sense at all to call it a “weak“ness. The pull is STRONG and relentless, not weak. Psh. What do dictionary people know anyway.

The gift card makes me feel not-so-guilty that I’m hooked on ridiculously priced coffee.

I’m telling you. When this card runs out, I’m going to have serious Issues. (with a capital “I”).


Just tie a sign around my neck with red scribbled ink:

“Will paint for coffee.”

Because I will.

Day 7 – There is a prayer under there

Dear Reader

There is a prayer under there ↓  Truly.

beloved 3 framed It’s in one of the bottom layers of paint.

My husband gives me a hard time because he says it’s not really there if you can’t see it.

I beg to differ.

It’s there, mixed into everything. Just like prayers in people. On those two square feet of canvas, it’s tinting everything over the top of it, it’s mixed into the darks and the brights, and in the end it leads to the same thing – beloved. Clear, bright, and beautiful.

This is the prayer:

I pray peace and happiness for you.

That you will overcome with freedom and joy;

and once these are yours that you will be able to turn towards your people (your people!!) and give to them freely – the gifts of your touch, your smile, your grace and love.

I pray your pain be lifted, that our heart be light. That you’ll know you are passionately loved. That you are beloved.

Someone out there needs to hear this, so here you are.

Be loved. Because you are, Beloved.

When the Painting Bug Bites

sometimes I paintSometimes I get a painting bug.

Norah Jones, Adele, and Sarah McLachlan are usually involved. Sometimes we invite Jack Johnson, Cat Stephens, or The Samples to the party. Every now and then things get whacky and Miles Davis or Dizzy Gillespie might show up.

Male singers are only sometimes guests.

I’m a mostly-mellow, female-background-music type painter.

And, if we’re admitting to habits here, almost always some kind of chewy fruit candy is part of the situation.

It’s all about relaxation and peace within.

sometimes I paint

This time around the idea was about flowers and what they symbolize, (inspired by this book). It was a gift of prayer. An underlayer of words and an overlayer of wishes painted in botanicals.

Often something will come out ↑, then get painted over:
sometimes I paint And over:

sometimes I paint

(A little drastic, hmmm? The blue just wasn’t doin’ it for me.)

Then I decide I like the layers underneath. I like the layers on top, I’ve made myself sick on candied fruit slices, and I want to punch Norah Jones in the face.

It’s a sure sign this painting’s done.


P.S. Just for the record – I never really want to punch Norah Jones in the face – but I do listen to her ad nauseam when I paint. Although, the nausea might be from the candy. . . .

and P.P.S. I know I’m off topic here. Painting? No food, or odd-ball crafty how-to? But NaBloPoMo, dudes. The challenge of posting every. single. day. has got me scratching my brain and digging deep into cob-webbed territory.

Honestly though, you don’t need me to tell you how to do it. Find some music, getchesself a canvas and some cheap acrylic paint, and slap it around. Oh, and keep a steady supply of sugar at your side.

Inspired? I get most of my art supplies here, but Michaels and Joanne’s have everything you need. Walmart and Oriental Trading do too, and they’re easier on the wallet.