Slowing Down

{Peter Harrison Asleep. A watercolour by John Singer Sargent. 1905}

If last week was a blur, this week has been a delicious slowing down. 

I'm lying in bed with my laptop on my knees.  A bird is singing merrily in the garden, enjoying a late afternoon splash in the birdbath.  

I haven't had a day off in three weeks.  I worked every weekday and every weekend, from dawn until dusk, hunched over my studio table, paintbrush in hand.  By the time I'd finished the project, my hands were so stiff I had to practically pry my fingers off the brush. 

This one deadline may have passed, but there are still a few more fast approaching on the horizon.  I spent the morning making a schedule for myself.  A gentle schedule. A schedule sprinkled generously with down time. 

I resolve, going forwards, to honour weekends; to take at least one day off each week.

You don't realize how important it is, until you're deprived of the luxury.  The worst isn't even the physical fatigue, but the mental burnout. It's absolutely impossible to generate original, interesting ideas when your brain feels like mush!

I also want to get back into doing other things, like playing the piano, dancing and reading all your fantastic blogs.  New activities add so much richness and inspiration to life.  

So here's my quote for the week, because Eddie Cantor can say it way better than I can: 

Slow down and enjoy life.  It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast--you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.

I going to spend this weekend curled up with a book, just like Peter Harrison did in 1905 (see above), dreaming of all the gorgeous illustrations I intend to paint in the coming months.

Do you have any special rituals or favourite things to do on your days off?  I'd love to hear from you! 

 

Today is... a blur

This week has been a complete blur.  

The blur of watercolour washes; the blur of two deadlines in one week; the blur of preparing a university lecture...

The blur of my hands dipping my paintbrush into water, into paint, onto the paper, and back again.  

I'm rushing to get some illustrations finished for Frankfurt Book Fair, which is fast approaching.  I can't actually show you what I'm working on, but I can show you my studio table, and my hand, working at lightning speed.

As a token of good luck, I'm using a German mug for my painting water which has a sweet love poem printed on the side.  Hopefully it will infuse positive energy into the project for its debut in Germany!

That's a little snapshot from my corner of the world, how are things for you? 

Be Gentle With Yourself: Turning the Golden Rule Inside-Out

Be gentle with yourself. 

You are a child of the universe, 

no less than the trees and the stars; 

you have a right to be here. 

And whether or not it is clear to you, 

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Max Ehrmann "Desiderata" 1927

This week I've had to remind myself to treat myself gently.

It's been a crazy week: two important deadlines coupled with a few days of illness.  When I fall behind I get frustrated.  I talk to myself in my studio, and I say things like, "you should work faster," or "how come this is taking you so long?"  But of course, that only makes me feel worse.

If it were someone else, I'd say, "Go slow; take your time. You do your best work when you're not stressed."  

Sometimes I think the line "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" should be reversed into "Do unto yourself as you would have others do unto you."  Or more simply: love yourself as much as you love others. Honestly, we treat other people (strangers, even) much better than we treat ourselves most of the time. 

We chide ourselves for not meeting our unreasonable expectations, for not achieving what we set out to do, for not meeting our ridiculously impossible goals.  We would never dare to think any of that about another person, let alone say it out loud.  

So why do we say it to ourselves?

Next time you find you're berating yourself, try something new...  Hold your tender soul in your arms and soothe your starved, abandoned, neglected heart. I call it turning the golden rule inside out.

You would do it for anyone else if they were feeling stressed, wouldn't you?  So, make sure you do it for yourself, too. 

Your spirit will immediately lift.  

What do you think?  Does any of this resonate with you? Please share in the comments below.

Cinnamon Shoes and spice, and all things nice

Cinnamon shoes and spice and all things nice, 

that's what little girls are made of. 

I might not be much of a fashionista, but do I have a love affair with shoes. 

When you're wearing the perfect pair of shoes you feel more confident, you stand taller and you walk with more purpose. It's amazing how a simple change, like wearing one nice item, can completely change your perception of yourself and your life. 

Don't you think?

I spend most of my time in my studio with only my illustrations for company.  Since I don't want to get paint on any nice clothes, I throw on an old pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie (wearing the hood over my head helps me think when I'm stuck with a particularly difficult picture). 

It's inevitable that in the afternoon I'll leave my desk and run up the street for groceries.  I might dash on a bit of mascara, but I never bother to change into something more stylish.  

All I do is slip into a gorgeous pair of ballet flats, sling my handbag over my shoulder, and I feel like my look is put together.

It's the shoes, of course; they make all the difference. 

This particular pair was made by

Cinnamon Shoes, my cousin Frances's company

. Each pair of her shoes is classically tailored (or cobbled?) and handmade in South Africa with gorgeous local leathers. They're stylish, on trend, affordable, and so comfortable. 

The pair of ballet flats I'm wearing is called the

Monica

, named after my aunt. I just love the soft leather and the ostrich-shin detail on the toe.  I can wear them with anything. They even make my painting clothes look good! 

And... every time I think of ostriches and ballet in the same sentence I think of these graceful dancers from Disney's Fantasia. This watercolour is my favourite Disney preparatory sketch, it has such a delicate French Rococo feel, like a Fragonard painting. From

Fran's ballet flats

, to dancing ostriches, to France in the 18th century. I digress...  

{A stunning watercolour study for Disney's Fantasia movie, c. 1940}

Make sure you check out Fran's 

Spring/Summer 2013 collection

!  And, you can get 15% off if you give Fran a pair of gently worn children's shoes.  She will donate the shoes to the 

Nkhensanis kids orphanage

 in Johannesburg.

{I also really

love this pair

,

featured on the Elle South Africa blog

}

Do you have a pair of shoes that make you feel like you can conquer the world when you wear them? 

P.S.  I feel like I haven't been sharing enough drawings lately, so here's one a did a few years ago of the various shoes I saw at a private view in trendy Exmouth Market, London.  

I Hear Adventure Calling

What I'm Currently Up To...

Reading //

This summer has been all about sitting with a book in the shade (or inside when it's too hot). It doesn't really matter what I'm reading, as long at it's absorbing and relaxing.  

Working on //

Well now, that would be telling!  I have two very big secrets in the works, one which I might be able to share in a few months and one that will only come to fruition early next year. Hopefully I'll be allowed to share some sneak peaks from my sketchbook along the way. 

Eating //

Fresh corn on the cob; apples; blueberry crumble; home-made chocolate chip oatmeal cookies (the soft gooey kind you just can't get on any other continent... )

Thinking About //

All I really want to do is sit back and watch the sun embroider shadows on the leaves in the garden.  I don't really want to work, or write, or even talk. Sometimes silence is enough. 

But, I have loads of illustration work to do, and the longer I leave it, the more overwhelmed I feel.  I'm going to give myself today to sit and let the breeze play on my skin, and tomorrow I'll sharpen my pencils and tackle the ever-growing list. 

Grateful for //

Time with my mom. Wild prairie thunderstorms. Hot days. Good books. Skype calls with old friends and new babies. 

Anticipating //

Two weeks of travel.  Two long-haul flights.  One 7 hour time change. Exchanging one home for another.  I will be so sad to leave my mom, but so happy to see my husband again. No matter where I am in the world, I miss someone.   

Excited About //

My prints were featured in South Africa's Sunday Times!  The journalist called them "enchanting." I'm beyond touched and excited.  

How does your garden grow?

 {Grandma with her prized geraniums}

The sun is shining, the trees are holding their breath in the stillness, and somewhere in the distance I can hear the deep hum of a lawnmower.  It's summer in Canada.  

It's always special to spend time in my childhood home, but this summer has been particularly meaningful.  Life has been in extreme flux recently, and coming home has felt so healing.  I love sitting in my old bedroom, looking at my bookshelves and dollhouse, and feeling that sense of belonging. Time might move forward at a harried pace, but some things never change.  

It's so comforting. 

I've also been thinking a lot about my family.  I miss my Dad, who died 6.5 years ago, more than anyone can ever imagine.  People say time heals, but they're wrong.  Time does heal the tragedy of loss, but the missing never, ever goes away

But... I've also been surprised to find that I'm missing my Grandma more and more.  She died 20 years ago exactly.  It may sound strange, but I'm actually missing her more as I grow older.  I loved her as a child, but it's only now, as an adult, that I'm beginning to understand who she actually was.  And, to my surprise, I think I'm becoming very much like her, in some respects. 

As I remember, she was stubborn, passionate, a lover of books and reading, and she enjoyed the beauty of everyday things (postage stamps, birds, sunsets, and things that were made well). 

One thing she was famous for was her garden.  We cousins loved to play in Grandma and Grandpa's large yard, under the condition that our running around didn't tear up the grass, and we didn't kick our balls into any of her precious flower beds.  I think we loved the gorgeous flowers as much as she did, and were happy to follow the rules. 

Her most prized flowers were her coral coloured geraniums.  She called them "scheena Helena," which means "beautiful Helen," but none of us are sure why they had that name! (You can see her sitting with one of the coral plants in the photo above.) She wintered the cuttings inside when the snow flew, and would plant them outside again every spring.  After she died my uncle David kept the plants going in the same way.  

Now, 20 years later, he finally managed to propagate enough plants to give one starter to each of my 7 aunts and uncles. I so wish I could take a plant overseas with me, so I could have a piece of my grandma's legacy growing in my garden!

{The tradition continues}

Speaking of plants and legacies...  Here is the spruce tree I planted in our back yard when I was in Kindergarten. It's now 25 years old, and taller than our house!

And a little post script, just because Grandma and I both love beautiful things.... 

J'adore Montreal

{Montreal from the Mountain with the St Lawrence in the distance}

Montreal is my new favourite Canadian city.

 I visited for the first time last weekend, and I loved it! I loved the wonderful juxtapositions of old and new, European and North American, French and English... It really is one of the most dynamic and multi-dimensional cities I've been to recently. 

My mom and I spent the weekend in the Montreal area for my cousin's wedding.  They had their marriage ceremony in a countryside "Auberge" (French for "Inn") surrounded by wild-flowers, trees and vineyards.  It was so wonderful to spend time disconnected from the world, but reconnecting with my family.  

After the wedding festivities, we drove back to Montreal to bask in the gorgeous weather and cosmopolitan flavour of the city.  

We walked cobbled streets; we sipped coffee in cafes; we climbed the mountain; we marvelled at the mighty St Lawrence river, which has connected Canada to the world since the 16th century; we wandered down streets with glittering shops; we sampled poutine (french fries, cheese, and gravy) and the famous Montreal bagels from the Jewish quarter.  

The city was founded in the 17th century, and the old town feels like an ancient European city. I loved the cobbled streets and stone houses, which are now trendy cafes and art galleries.  

In contrast, the main city centre felt slick, energetic and busy, just like Chicago. They even call their main street, Sherbrooke, the "Golden Square Mile" (much like Chicago's "Magnificent Mile").   

And speaking of art... Montreal is such an amazing artistic hub. I spent a day at the Musée des Beaux-Arts, soaking up the artistic goodness on offer.  It was the only big museum in Canada I hadn't visited yet, and certainly lived up to the anticipation! 

{A statue of Maisonneuve staking his claim on Montreal}

{The Old City}

{The Old City, can't you imagine an early french settler living here?}

{Old and New}

{Musée des Beaux-arts in the Golden Square Mile}

{Unadulterated joy in the Musée des Beaux-Arts}

Eastern Townships

My cousin's wedding was in a remote part of the Eastern Townships, an area to the east of Montreal. There were so many quaint towns, beautiful mountains, and wine farms. I wish we could have stopped at them all!  And there were trees, and trees, and trees for as far as the eye could see. You'd be forgiven for thinking that all of Canada was one huge forest!

{My cousin Jeff and Me, so happy...}

This photo was taken the Friday evening before the wedding by my good friend Charmaine.  

Check out her blog here

. She's got such a quirky way of looking at the world; I love reading her posts! 

{Pastoral scene in the Eastern Townships}

{Vineyards near Lac Bromont}

Online Check-in

{Can anyone guess where I am?}

Hi there! 

I'm just checking in to let you know that I haven't dropped off the face of the earth. 

I'm not quite sure where I am, or which way is up or down, as I've been travelling for over a week, but I'm still here!

In the past week I've done 24 hours of air travel*, not counting layovers in airports. I've traversed two hemispheres both up and down and sideways. I've packed and repacked my bags, and sighed with relief at check-in when they were still under-weight.  

I sat beside a passenger who snored like a jack-hammer on a 12 hour over-night flight. I spent 2 hours on a very small plane sandwiched between 3 crying babies (it was heaven when they started giggling instead!).  

I still have a few more flights to go, as I travel to

my cousin's wedding

in Montreal.  {Yay! I can't wait!} 

I'm determined to keep a travel sketchbook, as well as take some lovely photos of our time in the Eastern Townships, and then the city of Montreal.

La Belle Province

, here I come! 

I'll post all my travel adventures next week!

*(Four flights in total: 2 + 12 + 8 + 2 = 24)

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 .