A Royal Welcome

Come on in! 

Feel free to snoop around, I don't mind! 

For the month of July I'm the featured illustrator over on Words and Pictures, which is the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators (British Isles) online magazine.  

And, today, I'm featured in a special blog post  talking about how I became an illustrator (it was an adventure!), and any advice I have for people wanting to follow the same career path.

Curious?

I promise the adventure has a happy ending.   

There's also a gallery showcasing my portfolio HERE

So make sure you pop over to Words and Pictures

to read it. And, if you're an aspiring writer or illustrator, the website is a growing omnibus of everything you need to know about the children's publishing world. 

If you've landed here from Words and Pictures, welcome again!  There's lots of fun stuff to read and see, so stay awhile!   

Don't worry, everything's going to be amazing

What I'm Currently Up To.... 

Reading //

I picked up "To Kill a Mockingbird" again this week, and I love it as much now as I did when I was a teenager.  (and thanks so much for all your book recommendations the other week, I now have a great list of books to read in the coming months!)

Anticipating //

A few weeks of travel as I go to Montreal for my cousin's wedding, and then spend some time with my mom in the big, wide prairies.  I can't wait! 

Working on //

A painting of a Marie Antoinette ballgown in greens and pinks.  I love losing myself in the detail.  I'm working very slowly for a change, and I'm enjoying the zen of it.  It's ok if it takes me all week, I want it to be perfect. I'll share it next week, I promise. 

Taking Care of the Small Things //

  For some reason life has seemed a little off-kilter in the past few days.  You know that slightly off-balance, fluttery feeling in the tummy that makes you feel that the world is spinning out of synch and you don't know why? I can't exactly explain why the feeling arrived, as things are going really well at the moment. 

I have this instinct that if I take care of the small things, then the big things just have to fall into place.  I think that a sense of "rightness" might grow from small seeds planted in the depths of the every day. So, I polish my finger nails, I put my papers in order, I make grocery lists, I plump the couch cushions... I hope that the impact of these small actions will grow like ripples in a lake, spreading rightness throughout my life.  This goes exactly against the whole "don't sweat the small stuff" movement, but I've always been a bit rebellious. If I tend to these small, enjoyable habits, then hopefully the great, grinding wheels of fortune will turn in my favour.  

Grateful for //

Naps.  I came up with the theory the other day that something that might take me three hours to do when I'm tired, would take me one hour if I were rested. That's reason enough to take a nap, don't you think?  

Loving //

The fact that my book Magic at the Museum was featured on Play by the Book as part of a post of the best books for children featuring art masterpieces. There are some really inspiring books on the list. 

Today is... Pink

I am submerged in a sea of pink.  

Pink coffee mugs. 

Pink paint.

Pink pencils.

Pink fairies.

The very pink of perfection. 

A few years ago I was working on a very pink painting of the Queen of Hearts. I showed the work in progress to my friend Ayla . Mostly I had been using Permanent Rose straight out of the tube. She wrinkled up her nose and said, "Well, you know, there are lots of different kinds of pink." 

And how right she was! 

Just like there are lots of different kinds of happiness.  

Today I am content/happy.  You know that warm glow of comfort you get when you're drinking your cup of tea, and you're working on a project that's going well, and the sun is shining?  

What colour of happiness are you today? 

Wow! We're already half-way there!

 

Wow!

 Can you believe it?  We're already half-way through 2013!

I could use all those clichés like, "my how time has flown," or, "where did all those weeks go?"

But that doesn't really express the energetic mood of this year. Rather, I'll share my favourite quite from the movie White Christmas:

How much is wow? 

It's right between, uh, between "ouch" and "boing."

Wow!

Now, I'm not complaining about the ouch and  boing, they've been pretty fun roller coasters to ride. But it's been hectic all the same! I'm feeling breathless just thinking about it. 

I thought I'd share a few things I've accomplished in this dizzying dash of a half year... 

1.  I resolved to blog every Wednesday come hell or high water.  Some weeks it's been difficult, but I've managed so far.  Now that I've re-engaged with the blogging community I'm making such amazing friends. I know there are a lot of new readers I haven't met before, so welcome !  

Please say hello in the comments and leave a link to your blog, I'd like to follow you too.   

2. I've read over half of my quota of books for my reading challenge this year, which means I'm on track to accomplish my goal.  

If any of you have a favourite book to recommend, please share it in the comments. 

3. After years of portfolio reviews, submissions, and tirelessly trying to improve my craft, I signed with an illustration agent!

4. I barely show photos of myself on this blog, but my face is in print in Get It magazine!  See below to get a glimpse into what inspires me... I think if you click on it you should be able to stick your nose in to read it.

5. And, as usual, I've spent my time bouncing between hemispheres and seasons.  London to Cape Town and back. From summer to winter, spring to autumn. Sometimes time feels very nonlinear and disorienting, but it makes life into an adventure.

Phew!

How has your year been so far? 

The Perfect Weekend in Hermanus, South Africa

{Home is somewhere in that cluster of houses between the mountains and the sea}

I think we all have a few magical places where we can go to find perspective, to spin our dreams into reality, to rest, and to centre ourselves in this whirligig of a world. 

I have two very special places like that.  

One is the dormer window in the attic of my childhood home.  I sit on a pile of cushions and feel like I have climbed a castle tower where I can survey my domain (the front yard). The world seems so small and manageable from that height; not scary or overwhelming at all. I make lists and dream big dreams, and almost every one of them comes true. 

That's another thing about these magical places.  The dreams you dream there have a habit of transforming themselves into reality. 

My newest magical place is my parents-in-law's beach house in Hermanus, South Africa.  Here, I can sit on the second floor balcony, glass of wine in hand, and watch the waves rolling endlessly toward the shore far below me. 

There's something about the sea and the mountains and the whales (oh! the whales!) that make me feel simultaneously really small, but also like I'm part of this great big amazing world. The landscape is wholesome;  I mean wholesome in the "being there makes you whole again" kind of way.  

Plan your trip to Hermanus

Getting there:

It's about a 1.5 hour drive from Cape Town through amazing mountain passes and rugged coastline.  

Where to stay:

There are plenty of amazing hotels and B&Bs in the town.  However, we usually stay in our parents' holiday home.  Fancy staying in the same place?  You can check it out and find more details HERE

Where to eat

We have a ritual of coffee and breakfasts at Savannah Cafe. It's our favourite "not for tourists" place. The staff are friendly, the food is affordable and delicious, and the coffees are fantastic.   

The best pizzas in the world are from Rossi's. Trust me.  Advance booking is essential. 

Where to buy books: Hemingway's bookshop is like Paris's famous Shakespeare and Company transported to the African Coastline. They have an amazing selection of used, rare, antique and new books, as well as other memorabilia.  

Other things to do: 

A walk along the cliff path.  Hermanus is a long narrow town, strung along the shore and nestled between the mountains and the sea.  The whole coastline is public parkland, and there's an amazing paved walking path that leads along the beaches and cliffs, and through the dense Fynbos forests.  

Whale watching. In winter and spring whales make the bay their home.  I've sometimes seen up to 10 whales at a time, breaching and jumping and frolicking in the water.  You don't even need to go on fancy boat tours, all you have to do is walk along the cliff path and keep your eyes peeled.

Do you have any special places that inspire you more than others?  

 

{Hemingway's Bookshop}

{The perfect cappuccino from Savannah Cafe}

{Flowering Aloes hanging over the sea cliffs}

{The dense forests along the cliff path feel like something out of a fairy tale}

{He is my sunshine....} 

{Along the Cliff Path}

{Rocks carved by the Indian Ocean}

Unleashing your inner creativity

I'm so grateful I started drawing and writing at an early age, before I realized what a daring thing it is to do...

...because creation is hard.

Have you ever sat in front of a blank page and willed a sentence or a line of drawing into existence?  What stopped you from starting?

Probably fear.

Fear of not being able to do it. Fear of not having any ideas. Fear that it will be horrible.  Fear that it will be really good, and then you'll have to live up to a new standard.  Fear that someone might say something devastating about it.  Fear that it won't be as good as.... (name your jealousy, Hemingway let's say, or Picasso).

When did that fear start?

I'm sure as a child you drew, and told stories, and sang and danced with exuberance and energy.

All children are artists.

They start out without self-consciousness as they play and paint and tell stories. They have no doubt that their drawing of a tiger balancing on a rainbow is the best thing you've ever seen.  They are convinced that the story they told you today, "and then a crocodile started playing the piano, and an ostrich was dancing" is the most fascinating thing you've ever heard. Except maybe for the story they told you yesterday, do you remember the one about the flying elephants?

Where has that child gone?  That inner child that can fight imaginary dragons and come home to supper having saved the world, and is ready for a glass of warm milk and bedtime...

That child is locked somewhere deep inside you.

And so is her exuberant courage; that's still there as well.

The trick is knowing how to unearth that courage hidden under all the anxieties of daily life. And once you've found that courage, how to protect it from the nay-sayers around you.

I don't have a bullet proof list of tips for this, but I have a few ideas...

(the examples I give deal with writing and drawing, but could work just as well for music, or quilting, or singing, or dancing.... )

1.  Ask yourself, "what's the worst that can happen?" You crumple of the piece of paper, or delete your document, and you've spent an hour writing or drawing something that didn't work. Sure, a grown-up might think of it as wasted time; a child wouldn't though. They'd think of it as a great hour of play, and maybe, just maybe, you've learned from your mistakes.

2. Start by making one mark on the paper.  Write, "The cat sat on the mat," and then ask yourself, "what next?" Or draw one line, and then another.  Draw a box. Draw a circle.  Draw the sun.  Just start.  And if you don't like it, crumple up the paper and go back to step #1.

3. Actually try to make something horrible.  Scribble on the paper. Press so hard with your pencil that it tears through to the other side. Mix all the colours together until you have muddy brown.  Write without any punctuation. Start spelling things how they sound, instead of correctly. Just bang at all the keys on the keyboard, and see what funny words and letters appear. Make a mess just for the sake of releasing all that anxiety. It's the best therapy in the world, and you might surprise yourself.

3. Take a nap.  Sometimes you're just tired. Treat your inner creative child gently, and you might find her cooperating.

4.  Make your favourite snack.  Really savour the flavours.

5. Reward yourself. When I was in grad school I would buy myself a pack of Cadbury chocolate buttons, and eat one button for every page of my dissertation that I'd edited. Children love rewards.  They love working towards them, and they love receiving them. Make it fun.  

Make it a game.

6. Write down all the things you're afraid of.  Once they're written down, some of them will sound as silly as the bogey-man under the bed; some of them will be valid. For the valid fears, make a list of reason why they will never happen. Make a list of reasons why you're brave enough.

7. Make lists of the things you loved when you were a child.  Some of these might unlock hidden inspiration or hidden courage, or just a little laughter.

8. Make lists of anything.

9.  Run around in the grass barefoot. Breathe fresh air.  Get some exercise. Your brain needs oxygen to be inspired.  Do a handstand.  Do a cartwheel.  Chase after pigeons. Lie on the ground and find shapes in the clouds.

10.  Arrange your supplies in order of colour, or size, or by how much you love them.  Isn't that lovely rainbow of pens beautiful?  When I was little I used to arrange all my bath toys and teddy bears.. it was a ritual of respect and admiration.  When you love the tools you work with, you'll do better work.

11. And, if all else fails, do #1, #2, and #3 over and over and over again until you actually start making something you really love.

12.  And then give your inner five-year-old a big hug.

The two of you are a great team.

Owl always love you

{You can find this illustration

in my shop

}

Here are a few things I'm loving this week...

1.  

Waking up to fresh sunshine after a few days of rain.

 Our living room is dancing with rainbows from the prisms that hang in the window. 

2.

Long skype conversations with my Mom.

 Isn't it amazing that we can be half the world apart, but still share a cup of coffee and open our hearts?  

3.  

My Japanese pen nibs.

 Drawing the old fashioned way, with an ink pot and nib pens isn't easy, but these nibs make it such a joy. They never scratch or catch, or leave puddles, and I get the most beautifully fluid, undulating lines.  No wonder the Japanese have such amazing ink drawings, when they have such amazing supplies to work with!  (The brand is Deleter, which is

such

a funny name for a pen, don't you think?)

4.

Decaf Cappuccinos.

  I never drink caffeine as it gives me serious migraines, but I love a decaf cappuccino. The deep warm flavour of the coffee, the creamy sweetness of the milk, the foam.  Bliss!

5.  

Alphabetizing stuff.

  Yes, I'm an incurable nerd.  Last week I felt the need for orderliness, so I arranged my bookshelf in alphabetical order and then by genre (fiction, poetry/drama, memoir, nonfiction, business).  But, I didn't stop there!  Emboldened by the experience, I went to to alphabetize our spice cupboard, from A to V! (allspice to vanilla...) Is there a spice that starts with Y or Z, or Q? These are the things I think about on a daily basis.  

6.  

And Oh! my heart!  

Don't you just love these photos by Alissa Circle from 

Rags to Stitches

of her children, Katelyn and Brayden, with my prints?  You can find the post

HERE

 with lots more photos and a heartfelt description of her hopes and dreams for the summer holidays. Make sure you pop over and say hi. 

{Images © Alissa Circle}

{Images © Alissa Circle}

7.

And

this interview

I did on Erica's blog.

 You can find out what inspires me, where I love to travel, and the places I call home. 

What are you loving this week?

Letting Go and Letting in the Light

One cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.

Andre Gide

I've been working super-duper hard on my portfolio this week, and blogging Wednesday has crept up from behind as a surprise. 

As it turns out, I don't have many thoughts to share today, as I've been spending every day thinking in pictures.  Sometimes my mind forms sentences and paragraphs, and sometimes it forms shapes and colours; sometimes expressing myself in pictures feels more natural than words (and vice versa).  

If I were completely honest, I'd tell you about how insecure I'm feeling about my portfolio. It's almost like stage fright. Now that I'm preparing illustrations for an important audience, I'm suddenly feeling small and inadequate.  All I want to do is hide behind the curtains and procrastinate by sharpening pencils until they're stubs. 

So, I've been distracting myself with pretty pictures.  We all know pinterest is lovely, but what about all those lovely photos you've taken yourself, and have hiding on your hard drive?  

Here are just a few thoughts and images that are inspiring me right now....  

Let's throw open the windows of possibility and let the light in.... 

{Bath Abbey, March 2013}

Isn't this photo fantastic? I took it on a recent trip to visit my cousins in Bath.  There was a mirror table, near the transept, which was meant to make it easier to see the gorgeous carving on the ceiling.  Instead I focused my camera at the reflection of the stained glass windows.  There's something so serene and uplifting about the luminous coloured light from stained glass windows. I can't fail to be inspired.  

Are you ready for the art of living?

Are you ready?

Yes!

I think I am... 

I hope so... 

What does it mean? ... 

I was going through my folders of pictures, trying to find a photo of myself for an upcoming blog feature, when I found this set. (see below for what I was wearing in the photos...)

There used to be a mural down the street from us that asked all the passing traffic, "R U ready for the art of living?"  Whenever we drove by I wanted to answer a resounding YES!

So, I painted "YES!" on a piece of paper with bright red paint (cadmium red, to be exact), and my husband and I walked down the hill to take some photos.

Several weeks later the city built a new bus stop right in front of that wall, and painted it beige.  

Beige!

 Isn't that just like life?  Just when it feels like everything's happy and wonderful, the world descends and turns everything beige.  Blech!

I recently attended a talk by Alexander McCall-Smith (author of the #1 Ladies Detective Agency books). He must be the happiest, most optimistic person I've ever met.  Every story or comment was bookended by a giggle or a big smile.  One of his comments, which resonated quite deeply with me was:

"The world may be a vale of tears, but we can't fix it by being miserable."

So, let's embrace the art of living!

I'm not exactly sure what the art of living is, mind you.  I think it must have something to do with being joyful in the moment, right here, right now.  And doing the best we can. And being kind to ourselves (and others).

What do you think the art of living is?  

I'm curious. Let's brainstorm and see if we can come up with a definition.  You can comment below. Or, if you're following by email you can email me at: jane@janeheinrichs.com .

In my illustration studio

What I'm currently up to... 

Reading

//

The Assassin's Cloak

, which has nothing to do with assassins or cloaks, but it's a pretty awesome title, don't you think?  It's actually a book of daily readings from famous diarists: Samuel Pepys, Anne Frank, Virginia Woolf, Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Katherine Mansfield, and Noel Coward (for example).  It's divided into months and days, and there are five or six readings for each day ordered chronologically though history.  It's compulsive reading; voyeuristic; a bit like getting into the heads of famous people without them knowing.  I started off disciplined, only reading the excerpts for the current calendar day, but now I'm steaming through towards the end. December here we come!

Feeling Thankful For

//  Time to work.  A chest cold steamrolled me last week, and I spent all my time curled up in bed, drinking tea and feeling sorry for myself.  I woke up on Saturday morning and took a deep breath, the first breath in days that didn't hurt. You know that wonderful feeling when you've recovered from an illness, and life feels renewed.... fresh.... full of possibility... That's how I feel right now.  Which is good, because I have an awful lot of illustrations to finish before the end of the month.

Also, I'm so thankful for the amazing blogging community I'm rediscovering. My new blogging friend, Wendy, has featured me on her blog today.  Check it out here.... 

New Mom's Talk

.

Eating

//  Now that my husband is so busy with the business, I've become the chief cook and bottle washer.  He is a fantastic cook, and I'm constantly in awe of his passion for combining new flavours and discovering new recipes.  It's a lot to live up to.  I've been trying to make meal plans for the weekdays, but I'm getting bored with my standard recipes. Any recommendations?  We don't eat much meat (beef), but love chicken, fish and vegetarian meals...

Please send me ideas, and I'll try them out! 

Listening to

// I really love silence.  I was recently asked by a journalist what I listen to while I paint, and I didn't really have an answer.  I don't really listen to anything in particular.  But I love the sounds of the house: the traffic zooming down the hill, the neighbours doors banging, the birds in our garden.

Making me happy

// Lots of little things: hot chocolate, cadmium red, fresh air, sunshine.  Ellie (see above) is keeping my company in my studio today.  She's more of a fashionista than I am.  Underpinning all these little things is the the warm glow of progress. It really feels like things are starting to fall into place in many aspects of my life.

 

Take a deep breath

Whew!  

I've spent practically every minute either relaxing with my husband or curled up under my duvet.  

I'm not exactly sick, though I do feel like I'm fighting something that's gnawing at my lungs. Mostly I think I just need time to breathe....really breathe... deeply...  slowly... fully.  

I opened my day-planner on Monday morning, and was delighted to see nothing written in it for the whole week.  No deadlines. No meetings.  Just a page of days ready to be filled with enjoyment. 

And what is more enjoyable than breathing?  Fresh clear air (even in the big city) is so refreshing. And then there's the fragrance of blossoms and coffee brewing...Heaven.

I think I've spent three days sitting in my studio, pencil in hand, but not drawing at all. Instead of drawing, I watched the sun move across the white sketchbook page and the curtains dance in the breeze. 

That makes me sound lazy.  Which isn't true at all.  

In our rushed culture we forget that some of our best ideas come in idleness. Inspiration comes when your mind has space to breathe.  After all, the word "inspire" means "to breathe in".  (from in and spirare which is the latin for "to breathe"). I wish I could write a book about the correlation between inspiration and breathing deeply, but for now, let's just give that thought some space to grow in our minds. 

And while I was sitting and staring at the curtains in the wind some marvellous ideas for illustrations pranced through my mind.  Oh! I'm so excited to start drawing tomorrow!  

Life is busy. I'm constantly reminding myself to keep moving forwards, to push through the busyness, but also to take time to breathe deep and smell the roses.  

I think that's what this little illustration is all about...  

When life is flying at a fantastic pace, why not take the roses with you?   

And remember to breathe deep and be inspired

(which might be the same thing, after all). 

I almost gave up

All that happens in London depends

more on you than you can ever believe.

Everything is created by the image you

carry within you. 

Anais Nin

I almost gave up. 

After years of rejections, I told myself that I would go to the London Book Fair one last time.  I would give it my best effort, and if nothing came from it, I would quit pursuing the world of traditional publishing, at least for a while. 

We've all heard those stories about how famous authors have wallpapered their spare bedrooms with rejections letters. I'm never sure if those stories are meant as cautionary tales or encouragement.  Certainly, when you're living it as a reality, it feels pretty hopeless. 

There's only so much rejection one person can take before they crack.  

I reached that point months ago.  But, I wanted to make one last effort, just to prove something to myself.  

So I printed my portfolio images on the best watercolour paper I could find.  I practiced my smile, which I would have to wear infallibly through good interviews and bad.  I filled my heart with hopeful thoughts, positivity, and (almost false) confidence. 

For three days I went from one portfolio review to another.  

You want to know the amazing thing?  

Suddenly people were noticing. They appreciated my illustrations.  They had constructive, even positive, things to say.  Some said they would call me back.  A week later, some of them did.  

And, dear readers, I signed with an illustration agent!  Advocate Art is now representing me as an illustrator. 

Signing with an agent isn't any kind of guarantee of success; I know plenty of illustrators who have agents and still don't get publishing contracts.  

But, right now, that's not the point.  The point is, I didn't give up, even when I was so close to throwing it all in. The point is, just when I thought all was lost, someone important appreciated what I had to say, and put their confidence in my talents.

Who knows where this will lead? I'm sure it will add interesting twists to this adventure! 

I saw this quote from Cheryl Strayed on

Meg Fee's blog

, I thought I'd share it here...  

Every last one of us

can do better than give up.

It may seem hopeless, but if there's a white fire of passion burning in your heart, there will be a way for it to become a reality. I'm sure of it.

Even if it takes more time than you think.

Oh My Heart!

{Image courtesy of Jill at

Lune Blog

}

Oh my heart!  

I think my heart is going to explode this picture is so beautiful!  This is what I dream of every single day in my studio: that my artwork will touch the hearts of little people (and big people), and make them happy. 

These gorgeous photos were taken by Jill at Lune Blog.  I sent her two prints a couple of weeks ago, and she's featured them on her blog.  They look so at home in her daughter Eve's bedroom.  Jill is a fellow Winnipegger (yay! for hometown pride!), and I've been an avid follower of her blog for years.  She writes about her family life and vintage style with quiet eloquence and stunning photography.  Make sure you check it out.

Seeing these photos this morning brought me to tears.

Truly.

I've been feeling quite small and vulnerable for the past few days. 

The London Book Fair finished last week. I spent the whole time tramping the exhibition halls with my portfolio. The meetings were very positive (More on that next week!), but it's still hard to open your heart and show your artwork to random people, hoping they'll have something good to say. It's like letting the whole world into that intimate place in your soul that houses your dreams.   

I heard so many opinions about what people liked or didn't like in my artwork. What they thought worked, or didn't work. And you know what?  Practically every editor contradicted the next.  Whom to believe? I was left spinning. Looking at my portfolio from the perspective of an editor removes me from the creation process.  By the end of the week I felt so far from what I love: the quietness of the paint and paper in my studio.    

And then I opened my email and saw these pictures from Jill.

They filled my heart with happiness until it was brimming with tears.  (yes, that's possible

These are the opinions that matter; these are the hearts I want to touch.

I hope Eve, Porcupine and Giraffe will become the best of friends.     

{Image courtesy of Jill at 

Lune Blog

}

I love London in the rain

{vinca (periwinkle), lavender, mint, icecream bush}

I had all sorts of plans for what I would blog about this week.  I had a sketchbook page scribbled full of notes, but I don't feel like writing about them today. And I have a biggish announcement to make about my online shop, but that can wait until next week.

It can all wait.

Right now the rain is playing the windowpane like a xylophone, and my fingers are full of ink.  All I want to do is dive into my paint palette and never surface.

I promised myself at the beginning of the year that I would blog once a week.  So here we are...  I think from now on I'll publish my posts on Wednesdays.  How does that sound?  Any thoughts? Would Thursdays be better, perhaps?

I like nice routines; they make life so comfortable.

A few little things about life right now...

The rain is London rain, soft and polite.  The droplets are soaking the tulips in my front garden, which will hopefully burst into bloom in the next few days. If the sun ever shows her face.

Next week is the London Book Fair.  A big, nerve-wracking event filled with editors, publishers and agents. I've been working hard to polish my portfolio and my elevator pitch.  It's one of those "tell me who you are in 20 seconds" kinds of events, and if people are bored, they will walk away with no apologies.

Yikes.

So there we are. That's life this week.

And here's my paint palette, don't you just want to dive in?  All that lovely colour.  Just add water, and you've got a masterpiece!

Tell me about your life this week... Do you have any big challenges coming up?

 

C'mon in! Let's have some tea.

Hello my friends!

Please come in!  

If you were joining me for tea (or perhaps you'd prefer coffee?) this is what I'd tell you...

Sometimes I wonder about all of you out there, reading these blog posts or following along on Facebook or Twitter.  I really wish I knew you all better.  You can read what I say, and understand an aspect of my life, but aside from the comments you leave, I don't know very much about you at all.  Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could all come 'round for tea, and we could chat in person about art and life and everything in between?  

Well, since I couldn't invite y'all down for a big blog tea party. I decided to invite a couple of my favourite characters instead.  Meet Anne (see above).  She loves nothing more than a great big party, and lots of drawing. So that's what we did!  (You can find her adventures in my book Magic at the Museum)

She likes hot chocolate with extra milk.  I like rooibos tea, brewed weakly with lots of honey.  Her favourite pencil crayon colour is Copenhagen Blue; mine is Process Red.  

And then after our wild rumpus with colour and paper, we both lay down for afternoon naps.  Yes, sometimes naps are the best. things. ever. 

So, won't you join us for this magical tea party?

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I can't wait to hear from you!  

 

Balance

 

I have a confession to make: I didn't do any drawing at the seaside.  I didn't even open my sketchbook or unpack my pencils from my bag.  

Nope. 

All I did was sit and stare at this... 

{that might be my special bench}

I soaked in the infinity of the sea, the slow pace, and the refreshing sleep.  My soul geared down to neutral and I coasted at the speed of the breeze and the waves.  

Sometimes it is necessary to do nothing, and revel in it.  

But now I'm back in the studio and working hard, or at least trying to.  Things seem to be happening a lot slower than I'd planned.  

But you know what? It's ok.  I don't mind working slowly.  That way I can really enjoy what I'm doing.  Good work shouldn't be rushed.  

Here's a little quote by the novelist Amelia Barr, who advocates doing things slowly...

"Everything good needs time. Don’t do work in a hurry. Go into details; it pays in every way. Time means power for your work. Mediocrity is always in a rush; but whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing with consideration." 

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Dream Big

"Now," she said, startlingly down to business, "tell me what you expect from life. Fame and fortune aside -- those we take for granted."  

Truman Capote 

(from the unfinished novel "Answered Prayers")

We have been dreaming a lot in our house these past few weeks, months even.  The days have been filled with possibilities, what ifs, wonderings, brainstorming, lists, and many, many unanswered questions.  

The other day I sat in the garden, I picked up a frangipani flower, and I looked at the way the petals fold towards the middle with such architectural precision -- almost like a Frank Gehry building --  and it got me thinking about the nature of dreams.

What do we dream of?  Fame and Fortune aside.  (for that's too vague, and too prosaic) It's much better to hone your dreams, until they have the precision of a laser beam, cutting through the murk. 

I dream of inspiring people.  I dream that what I draw, or what I say, might illuminate some of the wonder of the universe that people are too busy (or to preoccupied) to see.  

Of course, I also dream of money and of recognition (I won't say fame, I'm too introverted for that). But those are all things we can't just dream about, those are things we have to constantly and tirelessly work towards

The dream, on the other hand, is that little pilot light in the soul that is always in danger of blowing out.  Any rejection, any setback, and the light extinguishes. It's the small light that guides our hearts in the right direction, and gives us courage in the dark nights. 

So, to all of you out there, tirelessly working towards your dreams, guard that little light with your life. And then work hard; work harder than you've ever worked before.  Never give up.  

And when life seems overwhelming, and your little light is flickering in the buffeting winds of the world, go pick up a flower, any flower, and contemplate the miraculous universe that made it.  While there are flowers, there is always hope.   

So, what do you dream?  What is that small light that burns in your soul? 

Another Birthday

Another birthday. 

Instead of sharing all the highs and lows of the past year (as I did for the last birthday), I thought I might share a few little known facts about myself.  

1.  The first watercolour I ever painted was of the Dufresne grain elevator in Manitoba. It was a mess of wet into wet washes, but I loved it.  It ignited my passion with watercolour.  This was in my teens; I don't count elementary school tempera paints applied to printer paper with frayed brushes as starting with watercolour.   

2.  I play the piano (almost) every day.  This doesn't mean I'm very good at it, as I don't play for perfection.  No, I play for expression. At the moment my favourite composers are Debussy and Mendelssohn, but I'm gaining affection for Bach. A Bach fugue is complicated, with lots of themes intersecting, rather like life. Sometimes, when I'm upset, I'll wait until everyone is out of the house and then play really loudly.

Fortissimo!

3. My bangs are often too long.  I trim them myself, and it is such a chore that I try to wait for the last possible moment. I almost did it before painting this self-portrait.  But then I thought, "I should do the portrait as I am, today, no pretending." So there you go, long bangs. 

4.  I used to have a birthday tradition of reading "The Little Prince."  The story is full of wisdom about life and love.  Eventually it got to the point where I'd read it so many times that I had the book memorized.  So, now I've started the tradition of portraits.  This is inspired by Rembrandt, who painted 90 self-portraits of himself over his life.  They are like an autobiography in art, recording his changing moods and appearance as he aged. Maybe I can do the same, in a very small way. 

5. A friend once told me that the constellation of freckles on my cheek looked like the big dipper.  Sometimes when I look at them now I think they look like the southern cross.  I'm not sure.  Any other guesses? 

6. I'm ever so grateful to all of you readers and your lovely comments.  I haven't blogged much in the past year, and the other day I checked my stats and realized that there are a lot of you out there! Thanks for reading, and thanks for being such an inspiration.  

So there you are, a series of random facts.  I'm sure, if you keep following this blog, there'll be many more to come!  (and please share some random facts about yourself in the comments, I'm very curious...)