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Mixed-media & art journal artist. Author. Spoonie. Christian. The ask box is always open for advice, questions, & to say hello.i usually live on my blog journal girl.

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Me this week. Rage then cry then eat then not sleep. I think I slept from 6am to 10am and now it’s nap time…

Me this week. Rage then cry then eat then not sleep. I think I slept from 6am to 10am and now it’s nap time…

An understated but favorite spread in The Red Storybook. Inspired by the awesome howtomakeart. I’m thinking I may want to do more with these girls!

(But I’m on steroids now, and pain meds, which means I’m a po-ta-to watching Netflix and bored. Which is a step up from sobbing-at-the-ER yesterday; chronic illness sucks, but when you can’t get seen because you’re on public assistance, the ER is the only place you can go.)

I have this cool idea to make coloring book pages. If I did a couple, would you be into printing and coloring them? Just a random loopy brain idea….a friend writes hippy coloring books and it seems fun!

Feel free to ask me things. I will answer!

Don’t hang out with people who don’t love you. Don’t try to impress people who aren’t worth it. Don’t try to win people over who aren’t worth it. Focus on yourself, and focus on the people who are really awesome and who love you. Don’t hang out with people who make you feel like shit. Don’t spend your energy on them. There is so much pressure to be part of the right thing: well, you should create the right thing. If you don’t see it, create it. If you don’t see what you want, be the change you want to see.
Beth Ditto (via chinning59)

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Thank you so much!

I used to wonder how artists got such big and complicated inspiration walls, and have learned it’s all about taping things up whenever they catch my eye!

You’ve gotta hang your work on the wall. I have paintings all over. It’s magical, seeing something you make hanging up there, and that way, you’re surrounded by beautiful things! mommabe

There’s a wall I see from bed, the things hung upon it the last things I see before I fall asleep, the first I see upon waking. There’s notes to myself, old drawings, favorites I’ve printed, bought, or been gifted. My tiny word canvas for this year, circle, sticks out with its neon paint, and that little photo Meg bought for me from Sabrina Ward Harrison is taped up near the center, a row of apples on a windowsill overlooking greenery. 

You’ll also find doctor’s notes and medical paperwork, along with a sign made for the young women at church last week about trying to be more Christ-like. Yes, while I was away, I kinda made a bit of a spiritual transition

There are yellow roses I hung upside down to dry, then tied to glittery silver branches with hand-dyed ribbon, a birthday card from three of the sweetest girls ever, and a note from one night when I decided to become a Creative Warrior and tell my invisible illnesses to take a hike. All while running this year’s Art Journal Summer Camp without interruption (past the internet going out, but I was ready even if the cable was not). 

Today, I cleaned off my larger desk, where I’d started putting things down after long days of taking care of aging parents, or visiting one of them in the hospital, or one of the other thousand things I have on my to-do list. There were clothes and receipts and purses and random art supplies from the nights when I had a little bit of extra energy to doodle. And back there, I found a stack of paintings I’d been in the process of photographing for Etsy before everything started to blur together in a perpetual state of panic. 

I found this one in the stack. I remember working on it, and doodling, and falling in love with that lower right corner. And even though I didn’t know if it was finished yet, and haven’t varnished it, I decided to take down a different painting and hang this one up. I need a bit of bright and new and lovely on that wall. It helps to balance it all, this random assortment of me

I don’t think I’m ready to part with it just yet. It’s grown on me. Or maybe I’ve grown into it. Whatever the case, I think we can hang out, this painting and I, as I fall back into the groove of my life, or, rather, create a new one where the old one used to be. 

Whatever the case, I’m ready. Bring it on. 

Even though it’s blurry, I love it. I was jamming along to music and set the camera to take photos as I danced. I think this one captures my joy at getting back in the studio after a few stressful weeks away.

Ps. I’ve been posting about religion and being a spoonie on a different account. If that sounds like something you’d be interested in, let me know. I’ll be moving non-art posts there soon.

It’s a magical type of paper called Rendr by Crescent. They have it in pads and sketchbooks, and the marker DOES NOT LEAK THROUGH. Seriously. This is layers of Copics and the other side is fine. And compared to other marker papers, it isn’t that expensive (considering you can use every inch!).

It’s also really smooth and takes other media except watercolor washes. It my new favorite, since I can layer markers without bleed through. It’s 110lb, too, so can take a lot!

This is my new favorite supply, since furrylittlepeach got me back into playing with my Copics.

Re-acquainting myself with my Copics & neon Letraset markers. They’re so fun to layer and the colors are beautiful!


  • Do not talk about an obviously disabled person in front of them as if they can’t hear or understand you.
  • Do not talk to a disabled person’s companion instead of them.
  • Ask permission before touching people, or their wheelchairs/other equipment. Even if you want to…

I adore this post, and can identify with so many points.

And am sometimes thankful for my own illnesses because it makes me very aware of these things. I’m an artist who once dated a colorblind person (and loved exploring color through their eyes!). I’ve gone shopping with people in wheelchairs (many times, and several people…my driving of chairs is ace…and even then, when someone needed help, I still asked first and made sure they were comfortable before I even touched the chair). I have friends with sight and hearing issues. And I love them all. I have no problem adjusting my behavior to help them, and they do the same for me.

Being a disabled grown up with disabled friends rocks. So, so much. I wouldn’t trade them, or myself, for anything.