Comment on this blog post and be put in a drawing to win a copy of the book I am in called ART SAVES. You have until Sunday morning on July 3 and I will announce the winner Sunday Evening.
AND THE WINNER IS #68
So, I'm in this book. And I'm grateful. But really, it just happened after I kept doing what I've always done and kept talking about it. All the things that don't make me perfect and maybe make me weird to a lot of people who would never talk to me unless they knew I was in a book. Cause when I had anxiety disorder full time I sure didn't have anyone banging at my door. I was alone in my apartment and couldn't trust my own mind. And after crying and praying and suffering another day of being confused, art was there for me. As often as I wanted it. Whether through dancing or writing or painting or sketching doodles in the corners of my school papers - its a way out. A way through. And a way to live when there is nothing much you think is worth living for. It makes you want to keep going and keep excited.
It gave me hope.and just the littlest bit of hope makes things better. So today, I pass hope onto you. It will get better.
If you know me, you know I live in a Gypsy Wagon. That I've talked about the Gypsy Wagon, the idea of it, for quite some time. That I lived in a cheaper, smaller one, first, but then sold that to a boy and bought this one, the one I am in now. It is an affordable way to live in the very unaffordable Southern California.
And I do, I love it, I love that its mine and I can paint the walls and its cute and little. But still, I want more.
I want to live in my original version of where I want to live. I want to live in a little cottage by the sea. I want sunlight. I want nature. I want quiet.
For the next two weeks I am house sitting with my bff Rhiana (Rhi Rhi).
And in the back it has a sun room. And a path that leads to....where?
Flowers line the path.
What's around the corner?
A shed lays in the far distance. Can you believe this backyard?
Trees!
Places to sit. And the quiet. There is no highway. There is no sound except birds.
We are 3 miles from the beach. Its been cloudy which makes the colors of the flowers bold.
Inside the sun room I've set up my mermaid pariphenalia.
It's not so much the Gypsy Wagon I am unhappy with, it's the view. I want nature. I don't want to hear the highway. I want to see only flowers when I look out the window.
I love love being in natural light. And having the space to walk around my easil.
It makes me want to paint more.
(La Sirena Miss Mexico in progress)
The babies love the open space. I throw the stuffed toys and gigi flies and slides down the hall on the smooth floor. It's nice to see her go crazy like that.
All the babies on a bed!
So. I am going to concentrate on what I want. I will rent out thegypsy wagon, fully furnished with temperpedic queen size bed,flower garden with patio furniture! A very affordable and comfortable way to live in san diego. Minutes from the beach. But I long to be even closer. To be a block away. To walk outside without shoes to get lemonade at the taco shop. I want to be a part of something. Watch surfers. Hear the waves. I will have to teach in person classes to afford to be able to live there, a lot more than I do. Once a month, on top of online teaching and selling dvds (soon) and prints (new ones very soon). And its worth it. I want exactly what I want. Not wait for the 5 year plan.
It comes down to being clear on exactly what you want. If its foggy then you won't create it because you don't know what to create.
I will create a cute cottage by the sea. For Gi, and Finn, and Rhi, and me.
