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Ink + Tea Stains: A strange habit becomes an art journal

One thing leads to another. This is the way art happens in my world. I’ve been unconsciously making piles of tea bags and spoons on counters for years. Sometimes I hang and dry the tea bags. A couple months ago, I paused to examine my thoughts while I was throwing another bag on the heap. I noticed “reusing” was my intention. I pulled apart the layers of the pile, noticing the wonderfully stained papers, and in those stains, wonderful characters.

A few days later, I opened a neighborhood library door and found a bright orange book, “Spanish in Record Time.” Inside was French, not Spanish, instruction. There were letters and notes in all sorts of languages dating back to the 50s - as if it had been sent back and forth between friends and, as it appeared, enemies. My face lit up in a massive grin.

Back at my studio, black ink practically leapt onto the pages of Spanish in Record time and, with it, tea stain characters. There have been many days during this strange time that I either don’t have words or I needed to process words. This journal has become both my punching bag and my welcome mat.

Often, when I paint or draw, I simply follow my breath. Other times, my hands move to music or my heart reacts to words. I welcome whatever comes up, whatever happens, without judgement of good or bad.

Here are some of the things I listed to while creating the pages below:

Podcasts (Spotify Playlist):

10 Percent Happier: #259 How You Can Help Transform America’s Racial Karma | Dr. Larry Ward

Tara Brach: Sustaining Our Caring

10 Percent Happier: #248 How to Be a Good and Sane Citizen in Ugly Times | Ezra Klein

Insights at the Edge: Latham Thomas: Self-Care Is a Radical Act

Tara Brach: A courageous presence with Racism

On Being with Krista Tippett: Thich Nhat Hanh, Cheri Maples, and Larry Ward Being Peace in a World of Trauma

Insights at the Edge: Larry Ward: Mindfulness in Action, in business.

Audiobooks: Alicia Keys, More Myself, Michelle Obama, Becoming

Music: Tupac Shakur (happy birthday, 6/16!), Alicia Keys, hip hop and sultry mixes.

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Prayer Petals

A week after my Aunt passed away, I found myself on Harstene Island with a heaviness. It felt like I was standing in a muddy hole. Not a deep one, but my body was so heavy that I couldn’t climb out. It was dark and damp. Moving was the only way out. It wasn’t easy, but I took a step and I picked up a rock, then a leaf, some grass. I looked up and saw roses. I reached for one, cut it, and put it in my pocket. I grabbed another. A thorn left a small scratch on my arm. Ouch. I started noticing more things. Bright green moss. Curly reddish brown - my favorite color - madrone bark. Things started to feel less dark. I dumped them out on a bench, organized them and then just… started moving things around.

How to make art with nature:

Step 1: Go for a walk. Gather some shit (not literally. leaves, rocks, sticks, dirt etc…)

Step 2: Move shit around while thinking of (choose one of the following or insert your own)

  • Someone you miss

  • Someone you love

  • A feeling

  • A problem

  • Nothing at all