Spread 221 – Out Of The Dark September 22, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
This quote by Carl Jung beautifully supports this month’s art journaling workshop Out of The Dark: “There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”
Spread 220 – A Desolate Wasteland September 15, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Spread 219 – Notes To Self September 9, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Keep on piling up the jewels on the crown of your creativity, one by one, raw or polished, you created them. Be patient with the expressions of your subconscious mind and with those of others. Approach your creative process from a loving place, but don’t deny entrance to all sorts of inspiration coming from other places. Know your turmoils and know how to detach. Grant yourself permission to be the sentient being that you already are, don’t forget that it is the source of your beauty.
A Stand For Art-Journaling September 2, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Become a member of a new FB group I started today:
A Stand For Art-Journaling:
I needed a special place where Art-Journalers and those curious about Art-Journaling come together to celebrate this magical and unique art form. Here you can share everything journaling: practices, processes, and views. Post images of art journals, journal spreads and pages. Ask questions, give, and draw inspiration. Share your Art-Journaling teaching and learning experiences and bring forth new collaborations.
I hope you’ll join me and use it to showcase your wondrous visual world of Art-journaling.
Spread 218 – Far From Perfect August 29, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Yes, me and my journal, we are far from perfect. We are messy and always can be found on a dusty road in the direction of somewhere, never quite there. We are takers, takers of what our thirsty souls so crave for, what is available to us and immediate. We are givers too, givers of what we have an abundance of, of what spills over, of what’s easy for us to give, of what makes us look good. We are compliant and complacent. We are smooth talkers and true poets. We have enough courage to disengage and great need to get attached. We are compulsive and complicated. We have rights and we have wrongs. We are lively and beautiful because of it all. Are you any different?
Spread 217 – Creative Freedom… August 18, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Spread 216 – Into A New Day August 9, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
In preparations for my last week’s workshop in Whidbey Island in WA I was looking for a poem that would reflect on the connectedness between nature, art, and us. I looked and I looked and when I finally found this one I was so moved by it, I thought it was exactly what I needed. Searching to know a bit more about the poet himself I was amazed to find that he lives on that same small island I was going to teach at, it took my breath away. So here it is for you, the beauty of it just hurts (-:
What to Remember When Waking
By David Whyte
In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,
coming back to this life from the other
more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening into the new day
which closes the moment you begin your plans.
What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.
To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance.
You are not a troubled guest on this earth,
you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.
Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window
toward the mountain presence of everything that can be
what urgency calls you to your one love?
What shape waits in the seed of you
to grow and spread its branches
against a future sky?
Is it waiting in the fertile sea?
In the trees beyond the house?
In the life you can imagine for yourself?
In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?
A Nature Adventure On An Island In The Pacific Northwest August 6, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Here are images reflecting on my experience of teaching a 5-day art journaling workshop to 10 magnificent beings in the beautiful Whidbey Island in Washington. For once I have no words to describe it, the humbling closeness we all shared, the openness of hearts, and the freedom of spirits. A continuous feast of life, art, nature, and humanity collaborating, entwining, celebrating wonderments. Hours of class lingering into hours of connectedness in to the beautiful evenings of this enchanted island.
Arriving and finding colors, textures, serenity.
Delighting in the fruit of the earth.
Marveling at the vast capacity of humans to create, something out of nothing.
Elated to find that I am elated. Grateful, love-ful, living my true self, poetically, unapologetically.
Spread 215 – Merging Forces July 15, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
There is something so powerful about allowing opposite emotions to be felt while creating in the visual language. Courageous and fearful, ugly and beautiful, life-full and lifeless gestures. About offering skeletons and roses to one spread of a visual-journal. About painting black and white, side by side. One grand explosion of forceful energies, flowing from the inside of journal pages, outside, and back. It’s the essence of it all.
Spread 214 – “Amor Calor Dolor” July 8, 2013Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
Last night I was watching the movie Frida while I was journaling. That’s the movie depicting Frida kahlo’s life story. I watched it a couple of times before, but this time it was different, more revealing about myself than about Frida. It was that way because of my journaling. It became a conduit to a potent, emotionally charged, and integrative journaling experience. I never felt so raw, unvarnished while journaling. It was soooo good. It made me process rich emotions, process the fragility of human bonds, relationships between love and pain. It made me make peace with the fragility of it all at least while I was journaling. It made me realize that I constantly make choices between withdrawing and re-entering. “Madera, Citlali, Amor, Calor, Dolor, Rumor, Humor, Dador, Amor”–Words found on one of Frida’s visual journal pages meaning: Wood, Citlali (Star), Love, Warmth, Pain, Rumor, Humor, Bringer, Love.