2011 So Far...

I have not started this year off with a list of resolutions as I often do. The end of 2010 and the beginning of 2011 have been sad ones, leaving little motivation to imagine new and exciting possibilities for the new year. But as time passes, I realize that continuing with life is the only way to truly heal with the loss of loved ones.  Life is beautiful and precious, even with the sadness it can bring.  And with a new little life on the way, I believe this more than ever.

So what does 2011 have in store for me?

Well, on Jan. 15th, I submitted my sketchbook for the Sketchbook Project of 2011. I went back and forth all year on whether or not I was even going to participate in the project, but at the last moment, I chose to go for it. I completed my sketchbook in less than 24 hours and shipped it off on the deadline. It was the hardest, most exhausting artistic effort I've ever undertaken, but I was glad that I committed to doing it.  The end product may not have been what I had hoped for, but the fact that I finished it was satisfying enough for me.  The only regret that I have is that I have no photographic evidence of my efforts -- good thing I paid the extra fee for the Brooklyn Museum of Art to digitally archive it for me!

Beginning in February, my sketchbook will go on tour across the country with 28,837 other artists from 94 countries.  I hope to check it once the tour reaches DC or Atlanta.  If you'd like to check out my artist profile on the project site, please click here:



Another project I'm participating in this year is one with an esteemed colleague from work, Jim Penny.  He approached me last year and told me about his idea of using the full moons of 2011 as the inspiration for a collection of essays and artwork.  Each month on the full moon, he would write and I would paint or draw.  Then, the next day, we would share what we created and post them on a blog.  To see our first efforts, please visit our blog affectionately named My Moon, Your Moon.  I feel honored to be a part of such special project and to have my work presented next to Jim's writing.  He has a style that is truly his own; his words have the ability to pull you in instantly and expose the experience or memory he is sharing as if it were your own to bear.  To read Jim's take on the project, go here.

I do have aspirations for a wonderful 2011.  I am currently working my way through Goddess Leonie's Goddess Guidebook to help me sort out and envision what those aspirations are.  In the short term, I know I want good health for myself and for my family, a continued desire to learn and grow as an artist, and the ability to recognize and appreciate the blessings that life has to offer.  How those wants get translated are the surprises I wait for with the passing of each new moon.  Here's to a wonderful 2011.

"For the happiest life, rigorously plan your days, leave your nights open to chance."

- Mignon McLaughlin

Goodbye Lil' Superman

I know I have been absent for a while here. After the craft fair, life just seemed to get crazy for me. The happiest and most life altering event that has happened so far was learning that my husband and I are expecting. Our first child is due on June 24, 2011, and we couldn't be happier. As you can imagine, I've been going through all the things one goes through with pregnancy - fatigue, nausea, weird pregnancy cravings, etc. And as I enter into my second trimester, I can already tell that I am starting to feel like my old self again (with the exception of my growing belly). With this renewed energy I am hoping to get back into my studio to create some new pieces for the New Year.

But even with happiness, sometimes sadness comes, too. Perhaps the most devastating event that has happened was the recent passing of my nephew Brady. After five months of being treated for his congenital heart condition, he passed away on December 10th. As you can imagine, my family is heart broken. But despite our great loss, we gained so much from Brady. I think the pastor at Brady's funeral summed it up best. He said, "I counted the days. Brady was here on this earth for 145 days. And in those 145 days, he accomplished more than most people do in their entire lives. He made us all better people. He brought us together as a community, and he showed us the power of love."

At Brady's funeral, most of the nurses from the PICU unit where Brady received a majority of his care came to pay their condolences and read a poem that they dedicated to Brady. They called him their Little Superman. This may have been because my sister dressed him up as Superman for Halloween, but I think it was mostly because he was a fighter and endured a lot during his short time with us.

After the funeral, the nurses came to my sister's home, bearing red and blue helium balloons (Superman's colors). They planned on releasing the balloons in memory of Brady. As we all stood in the cold, one of the nurses sang a song she often sang to the children in her life - "A Bushel and Peck."

It was sweet. When the song was over, we released our balloons into the night sky. They traveled together in a cluster up to heaven, and up to Brady. It was a beautiful moment.

The beautiful staff from the PICU unit

A few days after the funeral, I heard the song "One Last Christmas" by Matthew West on the radio. Not only did it bring tears to my eyes, it really struck a chord with me. It reminded me of Brady and how much he has changed our lives. I think my sister-in-law said it best in responding to the song: "That is beautiful. There is such goodness in the world even in the face of tragedy. Proof that every person no matter how small can touch the world in an amazing way. Brady did just that!"

Thank you Brady for blessing us with your love. You'll live forever in our hearts.

A hundred hearts would be too few

To carry all my love for you.

~Author Unknown

Paintin' Punkins

Yesterday, I spent the day in Greenville visiting my sister and my sweet baby nephew, Brady.  It's been three months since he was born, and my sister has been right by his side, everyday, as he recuperates in the hospital.  He has had more complications than we expected, but we are all very hopeful that he will be going home soon.

As you can imagine, spending that much time away from home can be difficult, but my sister has shown an amazing amount of strength during this whole experience.  I have witnessed more acts of kindness from the community and support from family and friends, that I know it has made some of the stress and worry of Brady's situation subside for my sister and her family.  She has grown to know nothing else over the course of these few months but to be the best mother she can be for Brady.  And I know that the excellent care and amazing skill of the hospital staff on the PICU floor has truly enabled her to do that as well.

I think it is Barbara's complete devotion to Brady and her determination to be an advocate for his treatment that has made her a favorite among the nursing staff on the PICU floor.  Time and time again I hear the nurses tell my sister that she is a breath of fresh air.  They work in a world where not every parent cares; they witness some horrendous crimes against children that cause them to be patients on the PICU floor.  So to see someone who loves their child as much as Barbara loves Brady, I know it must give them hope.

To help pass her time in the hospital, the Child Life specialist has befriended my sister and has given her great activities to do during her visits with Brady.  One of the most popular activities to date is pumpkin painting.  It started off small with Barbara painting a pumpkin for Brady.  But then she started getting requests from other patients and the nursing staff to paint pumpkins for them as well.  So when I showed up yesterday, Barbara said, "Guess what we're doing today..."  When she told me, I couldn't wait to get started.



Here are some of the pumpkins that were created:







Even though this journey with Brady has been a difficult one, I am so very thankful for the little moments and the happy celebrations that have made this journey for my sister and her family one of hope and love.  Thank you to all who have kept my sister and her family in your thoughts and prayers.

"When witches go riding,

and black cats are seen,

the moon laughs and whispers,

‘tis near Halloween."

- Author Unknown

A Perfect Day

On October 2nd, Inochi Designs made it's debut to the public at the Sertoma Arts Fair in Raleigh.  Back in July, I attended an awesome workshop about taking charge of your own happiness, setting goals, and working toward achieving those goals.  One of the goals that I set for myself was to participate in an arts fair.  Luckily for me, I got that opportunity, and I seized it.  Since July, I've been using every spare moment to prepare for the fair.  I planned, I researched, and I created but not without obstacles.  Some of the people I love dearly in my life are facing some serious health challenges which have left me feeling helpless.  I felt guilty doing anything that wasn't related to making their situation less crumby.  But my husband had a heart-to-heart with me to let me know that it was okay and that life must go on even when terrible things are happening.  To give up or to stop living takes away from the good that can come from chasing your dreams.  So, I tried to find that balance of being supportive to these loved ones and preparing for the art fair.

I took two days off from work to finish any last minute details for the event.  (I think I went to bed at 1 a.m. both nights -- unheard of in my universe.)  My friends were also supportive and offered help where they could by doing things like helping me package products to turning PDFs to jpegs to providing me with a solution to be able to run credit card purchases.  My husband, Jason, and my good friend, Shannon, also put in their time to help me organize my booth set up.  Without everyone's help, I would not have been able to pull it all off.

When the morning of October 2nd came around, I was SO EXCITED and NERVOUS.  Here I was, putting myself out there for the world to see.  But by doing so, I learned that there IS a niche of people out there who actually enjoy my art.  I received so many compliments that day, both for my booth set up and for my art work, and I had so many of my friends and coworkers show up to support me that it really made me feel like a true artist.  I felt validated in pursuing this dream.  When it was all over, I had a renewed sense of motivation.  There is so much more I want to do with this dream of mine.  So much more...  and I can't wait to share it all with you.

It was truly a perfect day.

**Congratualtions to Kannikka who is now the proud owner of an Inochi Designs original painting, a set of  handmade decorative tile art, and a hand crafted felt flower pin!  She won the raffle contest that I held for Little Pink Houses of Hope as a salute to Breast Cancer Awareness Month.**

"If you want to make your dreams come true, the first thing you have to do is wake up." 

- J.M. Power

Sertoma Arts Fair

Over the past month or so, I've been using my spare time creating and crafting like crazy.  It's felt great to have a goal that pushes me to share my art in a way that I've never done before.  In July, I decided to take the leap and send in my application to participate in my first arts fair.  Taking that leap has been scary, but I've enjoyed the growth it has given me professionally and creatively.  This is me getting my feet wet and, hopefully, opening the door to other creative endeavors.

As part of the process for participating in the arts fair, the Sertoma Arts Center asked that participating artists and crafters send in pictures of their work to possibly include on their promotional materials.  I sent in my submissions and thought, "Wouldn't it be great to be selected?"  I waited anxiously for the center to contact me when the materials would be ready for distribution.

A couple of weeks ago, I got an email from the arts center that announced that postcards and posters for the event were ready to be picked up.  When I went to the arts center to pick up the materials, I began scanning the design.  Fall Arts Fair... Wait... Is that?.... YES!  My painting made it into the design!  I wanted to jump up and down.  I squealed inside.  I sent a picture text to my friends and family.  I just couldn't believe it.


Sure.  The whole painting is not included.  It's a little "Where's Waldo?", but, hey, it counts, right?  I'm over the moon about it.  Seeing my painting there, peeking out from behind the text of the event, well, it just made me more determined to create and prepare my booth.

I hope you come out and visit.  The event looks like it's going to be a blast.  Bring the kiddies.  There's lots for them to do.  Bring your significant other.  Shop for Christmas presents.  Stop by and say hello.  I'll be the girl in the outside booth with a smile plastered across my face.

"Bittersweet October.  The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect 

pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter." 

- Carol Bishop Hipps

Trip to the North Carolina Museum of Art

The North Carolina Museum of Art reopened its doors in April after completing some major renovations.  I have not had the opportunity to go there since the renovation, and the last time that I went to the museum was with my now husband on our first official date.  My friend, Diane, mentioned last week that she was going to go to the museum on Saturday, so I happily volunteered my time to go with her (a.k.a. I kind of invited myself to go).


We met at the NCMA and decided to start things off with a delicious brunch at the Iris Cafe, located just inside the newly constructed buildings of the museum.  The cafe is very spacious and very white - white tables, white walls, white chairs.  Spurts of color were added by way of table mats and Gerbia daisies on every table.  A large installation balanced the openness of the white room by covering the main wall with bare branches and vines from ceiling to floor.  The swirling arrangement of the piece made it flow like water on the wall.


If there is one thing I love more than art, it is good food.  For brunch, I ordered a mimosa and the Carolina crab cake Benedict, served on a spinach waffle, drizzled in a golden curry Hollandaise sauce, and served with brunch potatoes.  It was to die for.


After stuffing ourselves with brunch, we began to find our way through the maze of exhibits.  Diane had a degree in art history and served as my own personal museum guide.  We slowly explored each painting, each sculpture, each piece at the museum and enjoyed all of the rich history and expression we found around us.

Cinderella had glass slippers.  I have a glass dress.  Top that, Cinderella!

I particularly enjoyed the Rodin exhibit.  It extended out into the courtyard just outside of the museum.  Outside, we found Rodin's sculptures bordering a rectangular pond stocked with lily pads.  We were lucky to have a warm, sunny day to enjoy the area.

I think those Rodin statues are checking her out.

I don't know about Diane, but I left the museum feeling inspired, dreaming about the next painting I would create and wondering where it would end up.  In someone's home?  On the wall of an office?  Displayed in a museum like this?  No matter its destination, a painting is an artifact of an artist's soul, and yet, it has a life and a history of its own separate from the artist.  Knowing this, and being able to see works of art collected in one space like this, gives me a special kind of energy.  On the one hand, I imagine the artist creating, pondering his empty canvas or staring at his slab of marble.  And with a special force guiding him, he creates a piece that merits preservation beyond his own life.  On the other hand, I imagine the life of the work as it leaves its master's hands and becomes the prize and inspiration for those who possess it.  Knowing that there is a story behind every work of art, inspires me to discover what is the magic about the work I am drawn to.  This exercise energizes me and lulls me into a deep appreciation for the arts.  For me, the arts are magical.  And a little magic every now and then never hurt anybody.

"A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, 

but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing." 

- William Dobell

Little Pink Houses of Hope Needs You!

Today, someone special in my life needs your help.  My sister-in-law, Jeanine, wants to take what she has learned on her journey through breast cancer to help other families affected by the disease.  As a breast cancer survivor, she has found a new purpose in life.  That purpose is Little Pink Houses of Hope.


Here's where you can help.  Take a minute or two out of your day every day in September, go to this link, and vote.  Don't have a computer nearby but have a cell phone handy?  You can text 102293 to PEPSI (73774) to vote as well.  Help spread the Little Pink Fever!! We need your help to win. Post it on your Facebook, send the link and text code to your email contacts, shout it from the street corner!

Doesn't it feel GREAT to be a part of something so wonderful and powerful?

"The human spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to it."
-C.C. Scott