Wondering

I see it often. Artists that complain people are copying. I often wonder why they feel so self-righteous? Don't you know this is how people learn? They learn life lessons by copying. If you never copied you would never have learned how to talk or walk or write words. When you learned your craft don't tell me you didn't re-create works that were similar to others. Sometimes you still do. Why do you feel it is your duty though to deny these stepping stones to others? Why do you feel it is necessary to cut down others? An artist that is confident in their work will ignore all the others. Be humble and grateful for the love you receive without throwing others to the fire.

Also why do you think it is not ok for others to "copy" your work but you feel fine about suggesting that this work is yours by not crediting the artist? Isn't this a form of stealing? Please note that this post is not about the writer of the poem listed above but about others that want to steal words from her and profit from her words without giving credit or asking permission. Give credit where credit is due or find your own words to use.

It's a beautiful grey rainy day here. These kinds of days are like a comfort to me. I take solace in the darkened skies. The mist that descends upon the fields that I can see in the distance calms my heavy heart and soul. A confession here of some sorts: I am a very melancholy and introverted person. I love to be alone. I do not like to be the center of attention. I think that is why I have neglected this poor little blog of mine. Really I do try. But when I try I feel like I am trying to be someone I am not. I think this hinders my creative process. Right now I am stuck at a standstill. I recently moved and I am able to have my very own room upstairs to work in instead of  the basement and you would think I would have everything set up and be full of creative energy but when I think about it I just feel exhausted. It makes me quite sad but I feel better now having said it.

 In other lighter news, here is my new/old house. It's an American foursquare built in the early 1900's. Not exactly sure when but will research it at the local courthouse eventually. It does need some work here and there. I would like to restore it as much as I can. I want to re-do the kitchen, bathrooms and the hardwood floors. There is some awful texture that was applied to almost all of the walls that I want to sand off. I was told it was done due to the cracks and such that occur in the plaster of old houses like this. I would much prefer the cracks. Heck even missing plaster would be better than these awful walls. Of course I am happy that none of it is drywall with the exception of the finished attic. I love old houses and I am so happy to have found one that fits us.

Full Unfull

In the dark, the new moon 

 Unfull yet full at the same time

 Hidden from our gaze

But no less beautiful

This is the time the moon feels most like herself

When the sun does not reflect itself upon her

When the illuminating light does not press down upon her

This is when she truly feels free to shine with her own light

Shine bright new moon

In The Woods

 

I love the woods. The dark, rich earth beneath the fallen leaves. The small creatures that lurk beneath the rocks. The way the light sparkles through the trees. There's nothing like that filtered light in the woods. As I walk I try to find the tiny life hidden on the forest floor. I love unearthing and discovering the unseen. Millipedes and salamanders. Mushrooms and fungus. Moss and lichen. Solace and comfort. 

Wallflower

                                                                  Wallflower Necklace


                                                         I am a self-proclaimed wallflower.

This necklace is a celebration of the plain ones. The ones who observe. The ones who need not be in the spotlight. Those that are comfortable in their quietness. This one is for you.

Magazine Famous

 

Those are my star studs! 

Etsy asked if I would send them to the magazine for a gift guide feature they were working on with Health Magazine. I was thrilled to be picked and they did a great job photographing them. Thanks Etsy and Health Magazine!

Grave Digger Shack

On the edge of an old city graveyard rests a dilapidated shack that was used to store the grave digger's  implements. Every fall the ginkgo tree to the right turns a vibrant shade of yellow that is so beautiful next to the blue of the shack. I made it to this place too late to photograph the loveliness as you can see all the leaves have fallen to the sidewalk in front of the shack. It is sad for me to see the eaves are in need of repair and I hope that will happen. The Gothic arch window dresses up the simpleness of the shack and really endears me to it. I hate to see old places like these being torn down and I hope that is not where this little place is headed.