February 2nd, 2008
The more you cultivate creative growth in your life, the more surprises come to you. They open doorways you might not have even noticed or considered. While sometimes disruptive, this is actually a lot of fun most of the time.
Looking back at my own life it could largely be dramatized as a series of tragedies […]
January 5th, 2008
If your creative energies are at odds with everything else in your life, prospects are not good for a successful expression of those creative energies. I experienced that fact to the maximum in my twenties.
They were a turbulent and difficult passage of time in which I married a Canadian and started a family in Ontario. […]
December 26th, 2007
This fall my own book was released for publication. In addition to my normal work, I built several new websites, created an entire new book for my husband and published it in the space of two weeks.
As if that was not enough, I learned how to deal with a Mac operating system and started using […]
November 4th, 2007
I am pleased to announce I created two new websites last week. Even though my electronic difficulties persist, at least I am getting some real work done again. I created art blogs for myself and for my husband. The urls are pretty simple, www.lexisundell.com and www.bernsundell.com.
I have quite a collection of my flower paintings showing […]
July 15th, 2007
Bloggrrl is having a creatively wonderful and udderly ridiculous contest on her site called Cow Patty Bingo. Fortunately we do not have use actual cow patties in any manner for the contest.
That is a good thing for many reasons, including the fact that any cow patties I encounter get dug into my garden, which would […]
May 30th, 2007
It has been one of those days. I dreamed of yellow paint, rich red golds with some raw umber and raw sienna for good measure, luscious summery butterscotch paints bringing a sunflower to blazing life on a canvas.
I have the canvas ready. Pencil lines hint of the petal curves yet to come into being.
The phone […]
April 9th, 2007
Dreams of textures and color beckon to me at night. New forms incubated deep in winter prepare slowly to emerge with the greengold shoots of spring.
The birth of paintings rides the waves of mystery. Something new arises, as yet unseen.
In the quiet dark before dawn, I wait.
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