tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14373046928063779832024-03-23T03:14:47.641-07:00Heather Eddy ArtLate bloomer.Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.comBlogger704125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437304692806377983.post-50878861582082681642020-09-27T21:11:00.001-07:002020-09-27T21:11:28.316-07:00September 27, 2020<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To say the past weeks have been weird is an understatement. I have been trying to work from home, but it's difficult. What's worse is that I'm home more, but am completely unable to paint! I'm paralyzed and I can't figure out what's wrong. My husband says all psychological problems are inherently fixable if you can articulate what the problem is. So when I can't articulate it, I feel worse, like it's only ME standing in the way of feeling better. If only I were smarter.</div>
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One fun thing is that my siblings and I are all talking more online. Yesterday we had the best conversation because one never-available-when-we-group-call sibling actually took part! Unfortunately, they also got mad when I took a (lot) screenshots. I touched up one of the screenshots to show how they should really feel about me. </div>
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And laughing is EXACTLY what I need to do right now.</div>
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I've now been working from home for an entire week.<br />
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By noon today I was feeling really antsy - after checking in with coworkers, we found that we were ALL feeling antsy. It's strange working from home - it's like being in a candy shop while on a diet. You are surrounded by wonderfulness that you can't enjoy! I'm home, but not allowed to do homey things.<br />
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At 4:30pm sharp, I closed out my email, X-ed out Microsoft teams and got off of every website that had to do with work. I turned on my glue gun and worked a bit more on my flower ball.<br />
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This sucker is HUGE. I found some typing paper from decades ago - it's a beautiful texture, kinda scratchy and thick. It's a beautiful, creamy white color. I cut it into squares forever ago and had a huge stack that I thought would make a beautiful piece.<br />
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It's bigger than my head, bigger than a basketball, bigger than .... ?<br />
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Tomorrow Brian has to work on inventory - he is in the food/ag industry, so his manufacturing facility is considered "essential" - and Kiff and I will be alone again. But this time we're not doing schoolwork or work work. (It's been strange this week - Kiff was given schoolwork that was just for "7th graders" - not kids in the GATE program. Naturally, he's breezing through it and running off to play video games. I promise I'm not the kind of mom who says my kids can play all day long, but when I'm working on WORK, I don't pay attention to him every moment and then I find that he's been off playing for hours before I realize he's hardly done anything! He's now got a ton of other extra things I'm choosing for him to do. He's been making the bread for two days now - I'm going to ensure he can always feed himself in the future. Then he'll learn how to mend a tear & sew on a button. After that, we've got language learning programs & LinkedIn Learning through work that he can do)<br />
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I just looked over and my cat is sitting on my mouse. She's so weird.Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437304692806377983.post-9225543178023012782020-03-26T22:06:00.001-07:002020-03-26T22:06:54.887-07:00It's a Start- March 26, 2020<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I packed up my workplace and brought it home. Even though my library system was shut down on Tuesday, I expected to be able to come in and work at my computer since I'm usually all alone down there. No such luck. The governor's shelter-in-place edict last night changed everything. My boss gave me permission to go in & get supplies for other staff to empty book drops during the shutdown. I gathered up my things and took out 4 bags of stuff. (Yikes - imagine when I actually retire and really leave!). It's still in my living room.</div>
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Sometimes I'm a little dramatic - that's the eldest child in me. I watched the rear view mirror and wondered when I'd be back. Now I'll be at home and there won't be a separation between work & home (ay-yi-yi). It's time to sleep. Maybe I'll feel like doing art again soon.Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437304692806377983.post-71394026009892357422020-03-19T22:00:00.001-07:002020-03-19T22:00:10.374-07:00A Poem for Today - March 19, 2020<div>
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Those who prepare green wars,</div>
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Life is what it is about...</div>
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The sunset was beautiful. My lawn is green for the first time since I moved in here 10 years ago. My bulbs are coming up! There's rain forecast for the next several days and hopefully that will do something about the drought that's been developing (again!). One of the days is forecast as "heavy storms", something I've never seen for Bakersfield.<br />
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We have enough food. We are healthy. We have a support system. We have peace.<br />
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Nothing bad lasts forever. There's always a silver lining.<br />
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And my Pandora cat is adorable.<br />
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I don't want to remember today as the day the world went crazy, so I'm just going to talk about what I did today.<br />
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I had beautiful conversations with friends.<br />
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I had terrific message sessions with my siblings where we shared funny quotes & comics. It was fun.<br />
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I picked up my prescription with no problem. I avoided grocery stores because they were crowded and I have everything I need (even though I really am worried 21 eggs isn't enough).<br />
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Tonight I worked on paintings. I listened to an uplifting lesson on this week's Come Follow Me section. I reveled in the fact that I don't have to play organ this Sunday! (hee hee)<br />
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I indexed tonight - it's not going to the temple, but it is connecting people with families, so it's what I can do now.<br />
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I played with my cats and marveled at my blooming jasmine (I think it's called pink jasmine - it's pink and viney & smells weird at first and now I love it). The sky was gorgeous & didn't care that the world was bonkers.<br />
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I weeded my front flower patch & noticed a bunch of bulbs are coming up. I have no idea what they are so it's a neat surprise just waiting to happen!<br />
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I finished this piece. It's very gold & sparkly.<br />
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I'll be back tomorrow. Life is good.<br />
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Oh, in weird news, I found out today that <a href="https://danielledonaldson.com/">Danielle Donaldson</a> and I went to high school together (ish). She noticed it on my fb profile (total fangirl moment) and I checked my yearbooks tonight. Yup. Same school, same interests. It's a small world with social media... (she was a year ahead so we didn't hobnob)</div>
Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437304692806377983.post-73595949873679407772020-03-10T21:04:00.005-07:002020-03-10T21:04:55.448-07:00Put Your Shoulder to the Wheel - March 10, 2020The other day it hit me like a ton of bricks that I don't take certain things seriously enough - important things. It kind of freaked me out - I thought I was doing "ok" with life & spirituality.<br />
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I listened and found some suggestions on how to focus better and prepare my heart to pay attention to important things - to not be casual.<br />
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The past three nights I have set myself tasks - I wanted to work on family history, do art and set up my shop on Society6. I figure those three things will have good consequences - art & family history will center me. Uploading artwork to S6 will ... do something. Don't know what yet.<br />
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<br />Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437304692806377983.post-53822676820718839422020-03-08T22:14:00.000-07:002020-03-08T22:14:02.662-07:00Preparation- March 8, 2020<div class="separator"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-663hQ55fa1I/XmXP2J8xgQI/AAAAAAABDCk/_mF95LOhrWw66Rdeud11TKYxgaFDce40wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/1583730633155290-0.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-663hQ55fa1I/XmXP2J8xgQI/AAAAAAABDCk/_mF95LOhrWw66Rdeud11TKYxgaFDce40wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/1583730633155290-0.png" width="400"></a></div><div><br></div><div>I hope this country gives this time change thing every six months the boot because it makes me sleepy!</div><div><br></div><div>Scribble hearts are deeply satisfying to make and I can do them in the few moments I have left at the end of the day. </div><div><br></div><div>THIS is what my crowning achievement was today: </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1QTpWrt_4nA/XmXPySsiHYI/AAAAAAABDCg/mNPghHwv9lUfnA1z-0S2h14qmO97HohpACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/1583730622082953-1.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1QTpWrt_4nA/XmXPySsiHYI/AAAAAAABDCg/mNPghHwv9lUfnA1z-0S2h14qmO97HohpACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/1583730622082953-1.png" width="400"></a></div><br></div><div>128 pieces of watercolor paper, torn into 1/16th sheets, all ready for neighborhoods, villages, towns, cities and metropolises of little houses!</div>Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437304692806377983.post-43428311746319782272020-03-07T22:02:00.001-08:002020-03-07T22:02:21.209-08:00Back in the Saddle- March 7, 2020<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday I posted a pic of a bunch of hearts that I'd scribbled on. The response I got from people on IG was really positive and made me want to try some more scribbling. I love the delicate lines and the curves & loops. Tonight I practiced on a few paintings that were misfits because there would be no loss if it all went bottoms up - and they turned out very interesting - I like how they look.<br />
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For work today I was with a group of library staff and we started going through a 40-foot container full to the brim with boxes of books. The library had a problem and it got closed very suddenly. It's been shut down for remodeling since last May & we weren't sure if the books had survived. They did! We planned on spending 5 Mondays going through the books & weeding out the damaged ones. We are going to need a million Mondays... oh. my. gosh.</div>
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My sister Meagan (may she rest in peace) gave me a pretty little blank book some time before this. It was red leather-ish with an embossed heart on it. Starting my first day of work, I determined to keep track of all the stuff I accomplished so I could never be accused of not working (great job environment, right?).<br />
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In high school a friend and I invented a secret alphabet code what I have actually continued using whenever I want to write something just for myself. The letter combinations or shapes change and morph over the years, but I'm usually able to suss out what I wrote after enough puzzling. That first day, I wrote out all my fears and worries and concerns about the new job. I wrote about hopes & dreams and complaints and wishes, all safely coded so no casual snooper would be able to know what I really thought of my boss.<br />
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SEVEN years later, I'm still using that book at work. It's sort of a to-do list keeper. There will be weeks where I use it every single day and then a month without writing in it at all. It's fun to see what I've accomplished over the past years and how some things are the same and some things are totally, wonderfully different (the scary boss lady got cancer and retired very suddenly - she's better now, but thankfully moved away so I don't have to see her - I'm scarred)(I should probably work on that).<br />
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The red heart book has been a lifesaver at work. It's easy to carry around to meetings and it houses everything I need to keep track of. It's easy to see on my desk & easy to keep safe. It occurred to me that I could use something like that here at my art desk. When we went to the Getty (<i>le sigh</i>) last week, I should look for something beautiful in the gift shop. Museum stores are my absolute favorite places to shop. There are so few places left in the world with interesting things for sale.<br />
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Already I've got plans formulating. This is going to be a good thing in my life.</div>
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There are people who have the gift of writing well. I am not one of them. I promise that the inside of my mind is much prettier than what comes out here on the digital page.<br />
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Art - as I understand it - is a form of communication, a way of expressing the thoughts or feelings of the artist through their medium. It seems true because so many artists I follow on social media say they are expressing themselves when they post about what they have made. I, on the other hand, seem to be an artistic neanderthal. Me no express good.<br />
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When I think about it too much, I have to ask myself, "Is it because I've got nothing in my noggin?" That's obviously not true. So, is it that I have nothing to say? Meh - maybe.<br />
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Perhaps it's that I don't want to tell people what I think. That's like the pearl inside my shell and I don't want to share that with just everyone. I'm not an art floozy.<br />
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Yet I notice in my day to day interactions, I'm desperate to connect with people - I overshare in the attempt to draw them in and share deep thoughts. I realized from the Josie Lewis TEDx talk that I experience flow when I have deep conversations with others. And people get addicted to that intense feeling of flow and seek it out.<br />
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But art isn't (as far as I can tell) a two-way conversation. I don't see how I can experience connection with my art. So, am I looking for the wrong result from my art?<br />
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I like pretty colors and shapes. I don't feel capable of sharing deep philosophical or spiritual things I think or feel. That's for friends when we talk or write (Holly!). Is it enough to say, "Here world! This is something I think is pretty! Enjoy! Love you!"?Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437304692806377983.post-15191034036443646012020-02-26T20:49:00.002-08:002020-02-27T07:34:59.363-08:00Diametric - February 26, 2020<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life's ups and downs.<br />
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I got yelled at at work for something completely unfair.<br />
I was wrong about sending someone an important document. It's now weeks late.<br />
Tears got the best of me in front of the person whom I most dislike being vulnerable in front of.<br />
My husband went home sick from work and we couldn't go out tonight like I'd hoped.<br />
My sister texted me on the way home from work that one of my favorite people in the world died.<br />
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My new roses are leafing out.<br />
My new lilac is more than just a tiny Groot-stick and has little leaves at the base.<br />
I got to eat cheese tostadas for dinner with Costco salsa. Heaven.<br />
I watched an art video by Laura Horn and it was wonderful.<br />
My son was kind to me tonight.<br />
The world has Cadbury mini eggs in it again.<br />
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</div><div><br></div><div>The other week a woman at church whom I admire very much gave me an unexpected gift: one of those make-it-yourself planner notebooks (I think they're called midoris?). It had a travel-sized Book of Mormon, a floral notebook with matching pen, bookmark, binder clips and elastic ribbon closure. </div><div><br></div><div>When I got it home to look at, I thought it looked like it needed bees, so I painted some on it. </div><div><br></div><div>At BYU, some of my biggest takeaways involved making my surroundings beautiful. I had this dream of a completely handmade home with embellished everything - doorframes, hardware, lamps, rugs, dishes, quilts, etc. </div><div><br></div><div>I haven't forgotten that dream. Today I put some bees on a beautiful gift. Who knows what I'll do tomorrow...</div>Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437304692806377983.post-82792751988371583292020-02-24T20:12:00.001-08:002020-02-24T20:12:40.201-08:00Tired, but Working! - February 24, 2020<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div><br></div><div>I knew right after dinner it was going to be an early night for me. It's been a few days since I've posted, but I've been working on portable art. Yesterday was family visit day at Brian's dad's house followed by Come Follow Me study. Tonight was Plant Bulbs and Water the Lawn night followed by Family Home Evening. I folded paper during it so I felt like I was creating <i>something. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>I have big plans and just need to be awake enough to work on them!</div>Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437304692806377983.post-21091384260028458582020-02-22T20:52:00.001-08:002020-02-22T20:52:42.246-08:00Refreshment - February 22, 2020<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br></div><div>I've been here so often I don't really look around much at the art unless there are special exhibitions. It seemed like there were several exhibits being prepped in closed-off galleries so I just went and looked at <i>Irises</i> by Van Gogh. I was the first visitor to the gallery and HAD THE ENTIRE PLACE TO MYSELF (except for Kenneth's friend who was hanging out with me)(Kenneth was off being cranky) ). I got up close and looked at it for a good long while. I love thinking about the strokes of paint and how he was making something unlike anyone else. What a blessing to be able to make what YOU LIKE in spite of what the world tells you. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br>Look, his signature! First name only,like Cher or Madonna. Haha! There's a big space between the last two letters and he underlined it. When I was a teen, I thought handwriting analysis was true. The underlining would have been an emphatic call for attention and the odd spacing would have presented the possibility of a break of some sort - distancing or forgetting or an incompleteness... (I wish handwriting analysis was true) (except that the way I draw my lowercase t's means something's wrong with me, so everything except that).</div><div><br></div><div>His friend was really chatty and I finally made him go find Kiff a little while later just to have a moment's peace. He called me a half hour later asking if he could come hang out with me again. I told him to wait until our agreed-upon meetup time only TWENTY MINUTES LATER. Teens are a little harder than I imagined...<br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br>There was a special exhibit of pastels. I like the antique supplies the best. Do supplies represent possibility to me? Is that why I collect so many?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br>The REAL reason we went to the Getty today was it was community day for <i>Pokemon Go </i>and Brian and I had a ball catching pokemon. It's the thing we like doing together because we can be together but quiet. The friend kept coming and finding me when he got bored or Kenneth was cranky. 🙄 Being thirteen is hard! I remember... (sorry mom & dad)</div><div><br></div><div>Next time we go, I think we're going by ourselves. 😁</div>Heather Eddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12728121911584184981noreply@blogger.com0