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Art is not a Spectator sport.

I has been a long time since I took the time to post anything and a lot of things have happen both good and bad but I have decided to return to blogging.




“Art is not a spectator sport.” I read this in an email and this jump started me to action. I have wanted to do so much with my art work but I start and stop. Once I stop it is very hard to get started once again.



I am aware that I have to work on it every day, it does take planning to get the materials together and make sure you have what is needed to create what you have floating around in your head. Often that search leads to reorganization of supplies and leads to delay in getting started on your work. Add to that you need to work in the 9 to 5.



I love to sew and create things, crocheting, scrapbooking, writing, photography and cooking are all things I am so into. But I can lose hours drawing and painting. I remember as a child often being punished for not paying attention because my imagination would take over and all I needed was a pen and paper.



It takes effort to be creative. Getting into the creative mode can be such a challenge when you just get off work and have to clean house and worry about things such as “did the payment go through.” Life can force us to put this artistic side of ourselves in the unimportant pile. When it actually it is very important because it is a part of who we are. I have to figure out how to put art into my daily life. Therefore I am back to blogging.



I and not certain how this will help but keeping records of any endeavor is always helpful. My computer is not working at it best so my first goal is the create something with my sewing that I can sell online store and earn enough to get a new computer.

Today is September 23/2013 so I will create and then make items to sell in my online store that I should open on October 23!



I will do some creative everyday so that it will keep the creative juices flowing so when I have to time to make the major art piece my skill will be at the pretty good. Maybe I will have something for the Art spectators to see.

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