Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Soul Work


Have you ever made Soul Collage cards?

I've been creating them like crazy lately,


getting ready for a Soul Collage facilitator training
later this month.

Somewhere, in a box someplace,
probably in the storage unit that houses
all my painting paraphernalia,
I have a stack of Soul Collage cards 
that I've made over the years.
But since I can't lay my hands on those,
I've made about 50 cards since I signed up
for the training.

I'm using my digital collages
as the foundation. 
Makes it much easier to crank 
out highly symbolic images
without leaving a pile of paper trash
and cannibalized magazines.

But hey,
if you have a treasure trove
of wonderful images
somewhere in your stash of goodies,
can you send some my way?

Thanks. 

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Art Journal Pages # 46



Can you dream too much?

Well, maybe, if you dream
about creating things or making your life
or others' lives more efficient or meaningful,
yet you do nothing to manifest
the potential that you envisioned.

In other words,
dreaming isn't the problem.
Dreaming, whether waking or sleeping,
unlocks mysterious forces pinging around in your mind
and shows you possibilities, gives you surprising answers 
to questions you've mulled in waking hours.

The problem lies in being given a gift
from the Universe and then letting it lie fallow.

Getting that kind of gift
has more than a little hint of
MAGIC.


Friday, May 12, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Ranunculus





nestled together
row upon row of soft tulle
bright ballerinas



Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Art Journal Page # 45


I'm going to have to go back and look to see
what happened to Art Journal Page # 44.

Somehow, it went missing.

Given my aversion to 45,
you'd think I would have skipped that number.

Go figure.



Monday, May 8, 2017

Monday Moment


It seems like a miracle
to have a relatively tidy in-box
and a bouquet of cheerful tulips
waiting to greet me
when I finish feeding the beasties
and creep in to peruse my virtual inbox.

I love it when that happens.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Shine and Glisten




I love the idea of things just fitting together perfectly,
one inside the other, with just a bit of deft placement.
The way that edges catch the light and seem to shine,
all on their own.

I want that careful ease.
I want to shine and glisten
and let out my inner light.

You never know
when your light
may shine someone home.


Friday, May 5, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Contest





red pink magenta
competing for attention
which is prettiest


Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Slowing Down and Taking Time


Not long ago, I called an old friend
on the spur of the moment
and made arrangements to meet for a field trip.
Even with the vagaries of Seattle-area traffic
I was only three minutes later than I'd promised,
but it took another five to find each other
in a commuter lot.

We made it to our destination just fine,
despite a multitude of tourists on a sunny day,
and had a nice meander and lots of time to talk.

Our lunch plans, however, went into flux
when we discovered a mile-long backup
to get to the little town where we'd thought go
to grab a bite,
so my friend suggested a town several miles away.

There was no waiting at all
at her secret little place
and this was our view.




Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Art Journal Page # 43




Sometimes the artful mind
chooses its own symbolism
and doesn't rely on words.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Monday Moment




I like to start my day
with a mug full of chai
in a cup that reminds me
of something important.



Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Is Anyone Out There?


I've noticed, as I age,
that women past their forties
become more or less invisible
(unless they're a Christie Brinkley
or other beautiful former super model
who hasn't gained an ounce of weight),
at least in American culture.

Many men of a certain age
 seem to be drawn to women
who are,
shall we say delicately,
not age appropriate. . . .
twenty, even thirty years younger
than they are.
But for the most part,
younger men would never think of dating a woman
twenty years older
even ten years older than they are
unless there was a financial benefit involved.
(And yes. . .  I know that Keanu Reeves lusted after
Diane Keaton -- who pined after Jack Nicholson -- 
but that, my friends, was a movie after all.)

I've felt invisible for a long time
out in the world,
no longer a magnet for mens' glances.
It's a relief in some ways. . . 
not having to be fetching all the time
in order to comport with the way men
think I should be.

I have to admit, though,
that I'm feeling invisible in the blogosphere
as well. . . 
wondering if anybody reads my posts anymore
or cares whether I have something to say.

Have blog posts lost their allure?
Does Facebook replace it?

Am I both invisible and mute?

There are more productive ways 
to spend time, after all.

Making art.
Writing short stories.
Cooking gourmet dinners.
Doing a load of laundry.

If a tree falls in the forest
and no one is within miles,
does it make a sound?





Sunday, March 26, 2017

Art Journal Page # 42




Are your dreams the right size?

How have they shifted to keep up with you?

What do you need to know that you don't know already?

Get quiet and listen to your inner wisdom.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Complicated





Does it seem to you as if Time has accelerated,
that events are flying by at a ridiculous pace?

That there are so many layers to almost every situation,
it's hard to pull them apart
and make sure that what you think you know
is really what is?

Or maybe I'm just slowing down
and think things are complicated 
when they're not.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Tulip







they sound the warning
interloper in their midst
one tall red tulip


Thursday, March 23, 2017

Seeker



"Enchanting Iris" ©2017 Meri Arnett-Kremian
Surround yourself with beauty
and revel in it.

However you define it,
notice it.

Let it soothe your soul.

The more we seek beauty,
the more we find.

Be a seeker of beauty.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Constant Cravings




Constant Cravings @2017 Meri Arnett-Kremian


And for your listening pleasure


Saturday, March 18, 2017

Digging Deep




Electrical Cyclone ©2017 Meri Arnett-Kremian

Sometimes wishing and hoping
won't get it done.

You've just got to dig deep
and do the thing you can't imagine
having the resolve to accomplish.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Happy St. Patrick's Day




Fairy Folk ©2017 Meri Arnett-Kremian


fairy folk shimmer
and float in bubbles of light
Irish eyes smiling


Thursday, March 16, 2017

Outside Looking In



Do you ever have the feeling
that you're somehow outside yourself,
just watching things unfold,
somehow both present and outside time?

Have you ever felt that you were outside,
looking in, feeling like no matter what you do,
you'll never fit in?

Have you ever wished for the power to shape shift?
Or a cloak of invisibility?
Or a titanium case to protect your heart?

Tell me all about it.

I'm working myself up to do something
that is the right thing to do,
but will come at great emotional cost.
I'm wishing and feeling a lot of things
in the process.

Has this ever happened to you?
Maybe your story will fortify me
for what lies ahead.


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Things that Excite Me


1. Reflections


2. Bunches of flowers in pails at the grocery store.


3. A glimpse of a rainbow (especially double ones).


4. The hustle and bustle of Pike Place Market
early Saturday morning.



5. A well-dressed window display.



6.  Old layered posters and handbills, peeling and fading,
and making their own shabby art.



7. Star magnolias, showing off their dainty blossoms.


Monday, March 13, 2017

Something About Old Things



Something about old things
grabs my attention.



They seem to hold a story
that shiny, new things lack.
With an old house, for example,
I wonder who built it and whether 
their life there was happy
and -- if it's abandoned --
why it's sitting there unloved.

You might remember that I like to photograph
old things
rusty things
discarded things.







Maybe that fascination develops as we age.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Art Journal Pages # 34



It's been a while since I worked in my "real" art journal,
the one I collage and draw in after having painted
the watercolor paper pages with liquid watercolors.
Well. . .  painted is probably not an accurate depiction,
since I usually saturate a wadded up paper towel 
and smear the damp paint on,
or maybe sponge it on.

And then wait.
And wait.
Waiting for the page to dry.

Then I begin to glue various things onto pages
with Yes paste or acrylic gel medium.

And wait again.

It can sometimes take two or three days
to find just the right things
for the page, adhere them, and wait for the layer to dry
so I can build in the next one.

Meanwhile, the thickness of my art journal
expands like an unruly waistline.

Digital art journaling,
on the other hand,
is much tidier. And quicker.
And just as layered and nuanced.

I make these babies on Polyvore.com.
If you're interested in learning how,
email me (meriak@yahoo.com).

I'm developing a tutorial
for a presentation on creativity and coaching
that I'm giving in early May,
focusing on how to be more creative
in coaching clients,
how to nurture yourself with creative endeavors,
and how to make your marketing materials
more unique by creating your own images
for websites, business cards, brochures, etc.

Even though you might not be a coach,
you can test drive the instructions
and let me know where you're confused
or frustrated.


Saturday, March 11, 2017

Fake News and Illusory Values


What with all the fake news circulating
and reporters being excluded from the WH press room,
it feels like some of our most cherished freedoms
are under attack,
what I think of as our closely held values
are being turned inside out,
and I feel demoralized.


Friday, March 10, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Storm




"Strong Against the Storm" © 2017 Meri Arnett-Kremian/MeriMagic


like a sentinel
she stands, feet firmly planted
strong against the storm



Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Astrological Profile



So. . . according to the time and place of my birth,
my Sun is in Virgo.
My Moon is in Scorpio.
My rising sign (Ascendant) is in Aries.

I tend toward perfectionism and can be critical,
sometimes directing it at others
but mostly toward myself.

I have emotional depth and when I fall in love,
I'm totally committed and expect the same of my Beloved
(though my secret fear is betrayal).

I like being active and my mind is quick.
Knowledge is important to me,
as is mastery of things that interest me.
I tend to dive into things headfirst
and sometimes I let myself go hogwild. . .
and wear myself out.
And often, once I know as much about something
as I need to know, I lose interest
and am off to the next shiny thing.

What's your profile?
(And I know that the good stuff applies,
but the bad stuff is just so much bunk.)




Friday, March 3, 2017

Hidden Message



I call this piece Hidden Message.

You might wonder why.

It's not the scribble marks or the random circles.

No, buried in the deepest layer of the image,
there's text that says

Find Yourself
No Matter
How Long It Takes. 

"Hidden Message" ©2017 Meri Arnett-Kremian/MeriMagic

Sometimes we're so burdened down
by expectations
and social imperatives
that we create multiple layers of
artificial persona.
These are often the roles we've assumed,
but they're not the essential us
that we brought with us into this incarnation
and will carry with us 
when our body no longer serves us.

That essence is elusive for most people,
at least to glimpse their own,
but it will play peek-a-boo with you
when you least expect it
and it may shine outward so others can see it
like a holy light.

I wonder if, when you catch those glimpses,
you expressed gratitude toward your Soul
and the creative force from which it emanated,
would it -- like the Muse -- appear more often?

A noble experiment.


Saturday, February 25, 2017

What Single Step. . . .






As the saying goes,
the journey begins with a single step.

Your mind may be a playground, 
but unless you unloose your creativity,
and make your mark,
your creativity might as well be imprisoned.

What single step can you take
today
to do something creative?

It doesn't have to be painting or collage or sculpture.
It might not be a symphony.
It might be creating a new dish from scratch
or making an artful arrangement of flowers
from the corner grocery.

It might be pulling together a vignette of pretty items
to display on a shelf.

Let your mind run riot with possibility.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Digital Collage



Created this on Polyvore a couple of days ago.
Woke up the next morning to find it had been included
in the Top Art Sets for the day.

Always a nice surprise.

The surprise last night was a 4.1 earthquake.
Not enough to do any damage,
but unexpected nevertheless.

Turns out we've been having swarms of small earthquakes 
in our general vicinity.
Wonder if that's a sign of something bigger in store.

I'd better get the breakables off shelves and counter tops.


Sunday, February 19, 2017

Ode to Klimt



One of the cable channels featured
Woman in Gold
yesterday and I was reminded
that one of the groups I belong to
is having a contest where members
are encouraged to do Klimt-like collages,
using elements from his paintings.

So here are some of my efforts.