Handbook 01.22.17

More trees in a winter landscape. And mountains. Hmmm, I’m sensing a theme here, no? There are no rules for my handbook, except that I come to the page and work each day, so I find it interesting that my color palette has largely been very wintery blues, whites, grays, greens- closer to the end of the Christmas holidays, there was festive pops of red, and there is often a touch of pale yellow somewhere. Very January type colors. It’s perhaps because it is so reflected outside; I often take on the landscape and mood out my window without even thinking about it. (INFJ problems, amiright?) I can’t say I’m very surprised that mountains make an appearance quite a bit, but I have been surprised by the trees. I’ve been asked if I plan the quotes for each day. Sometimes the picture is inspired by a quote, or I have one subtly in mind, but far more often the quotes make themselves known towards the end of the painting. As always, I’m preaching to myself, so often the quotes are driven by something I’m wrestling with or thinking about or wanting more of in my life. Beyond that, there is no further intention, so it’s pretty fun to hear other’s reactions about how perfect a quote was on a particular day for their own lives. 21/365 (Golden Acrylics, Royal & Langnickel Brushes, Handbook Journal Co.)

Handbook 01.21.17

This is the last line of a poem by Wendell Berry, called Manifesto: Mad Farmer Liberation Front. The last line has become a shorthand for my kindred Tonia and I. We’ve spent many a late night and early morning hashing out what it looks like in our lives. I really love how this turned out (though I realized belatedly that “resurrection” was mis-spelled in more than one way). That’s the interesting thing about this journal- there’s a point where it’s just time to stop and let what is, is. There’s all sorts of things I could go back and ‘fix’ on different pieces but that would defeat the point of the handbook in the first place.  (Golden Acrylics, Royal & Langnickel brushes, Handbook Journal Co.)

Handbook 01.20.17

“Before you know kindness as the deepest thing /inside, you must know sorrow as the other/deepest thing./ You must wake up with sorrow./You must speak to it till your voice catches the/ thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the/ cloth./ Then it is only kindness that makes sense/ anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes/ and sends you out into the day to mail letters/ and purchase bread,/only kindness that raises its head in front the/ crowd of the world to say/it is I you have been looking for,/and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.”

– Naomi Shihab Nye

(Golden Acrylics, Sharpie Pen, Royal & Langnickel Brushes, Handbook Journal Co.)

Handbook 01.19.17

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The light was horrible tonight, but still, I show up. Sometimes it’s as much about the process as it is anything else. Dang if the Wendell Berry quote isn’t hitting me right between the eyes lately. I’ve got some writing brewing, keep thinking about the thin place that launches you. (Golden Acrylics, Royal and Langnickel brushes, Staedtler pens, Handbook Journal Co.)

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