Friday, August 01, 2014

It's no secret that...


I want to paint a rainbow in the shape of a heart.


I want to paint the stars as they are seen by the Chandra X-ray Observatory & the Hubble telescope with all their x-rays and gamma rays and ultraviolet light showing.

I want to tell a story with a line and a splatter.


I want to write out all the words in my heart. One at a time.

I want to share all of this with as many people as I possible can...
 

I will be teaching a basic watercolour class at Treasured Memories at 6:30 pm on Thursday, August 21. I am really in love with how these turned out, and I can't wait to share this excitement with my students! Won't you join me...?

xo Lis

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Internet Love



Click on the link to read the entire comic. There are no boobies pictured. I promise.

xo Lisa

Monday, July 14, 2014

Like Riding A Bicycle

I will admit that I was strangely nervous going in to my class on Thursday night, and I can't quite explain why. Perhaps it was just energy and excitement! It has been quite some time since I taught my last class at Treasured Memories, and I was glad of the friendly faces.

We were painting houses...
 

It's serious business. Just kidding! My classes are so laid back, I think sometimes the students forget there's a teacher...


My teaching style can best be described as "go with the flow" and "loosey-goosey". I want to inspire you and give you the confidence and basic tools to DO SOMETHING WITH ART! That's all. No pressure, and no expectations.


This was a fabulous group of ladies. I am so grateful for their kind words and compliments! And while they say I have inspired them, I think the reverse is also very true.

I only have one more class scheduled, but I have loads of ideas for more! If you want more info, click the link below or call Treasured Memories (780.414.1540)


Thanks for stopping by!
-Lisa

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Friday, July 11, 2014

Double Dose of Ben

I have been suffering from writer's block lately. Here, in my journals. And it's not just writer's block. I can't even remember how to string together a proper sentence for Pete's sake! So I am resorting to photos and captions, photos and captions.

My summer brain is turned on and can only handle basic meal & drink preparation, and sitting on my deck in the sun. I am completely useless and it's lovely. Except when I have to decide what to eat at a restaurant, or go shopping for any item that comes in more than one variety. Sigh.

Anyhoo...wait, where was I going with this? Oh right! Photos and captions!
Ben Sures and the Son of Trouble Orchestra at the Blue Chair Cafe. Tequila specials! For sipping, not shooting.

At the Street Performer's Festival the next day. I am not a stalker. I think the term is "groupie".

For those of you in Edmonton, I am hosting a HOUSE CONCERT with Mr. Ben Sures in celebration of my birthday! The event is over 2 months away and I am already in full panic mode. There will be people in my house. Many people. Thank goodness I hired an entertainer... If you would like to come, drop me a line and I'll send you the info.

My Summer Manifesto

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Rant to end all rants

I am sick of rants in answer to rants. Just because someone "called you out" (based on their assumptions, and their prejudices and their waking up on the wrong side of the bed-ness, or whatever) doesn't mean you have to call them out on the internet for all to see as well.

What are you proving?

What is anyone proving by doing this?

Why can't we all just get along?!

I realize that the adage "if you don't have something nice to say, then don't say anything" is too simplified a rule for this complicated world we live in. Perhaps it should be, "if you don't have something nice to say, wait 5 minutes and then engage in a less angry and more enlivened debate where we listen to each other before responding and both come out of the discussion feeling better about where that went."

I get mad about things on the internet all the time! But you know what, I don't live on the internet. If someone doesn't agree with me, that's cool! Good for them! I'm going to go for a walk in the ravine now!

If something makes an assumption about the life I lead and sends me a snarky email or posts a snarky comment on a blog post, oh well. These photos won't scrapbook themselves! And also, I think I will invite my friends over for margaritas now!

I blog my life, but my life is not my blog. I don't require the internet for my business, livelihood, or social activities & mental well-being. I can take a step back (a giant leap really) and not have it impact the way I provide for my family or the way "my personal brand" (oh barf) is perceived.

And thank goodness for that!

If someone slanders your name, address it directly. If someone sends you an email that threatens your life, do something about it!

But don't use the vast and polarizing nature of the Internet to be nasty just because somebody said something you didn't agree with. This goes for trolls and bonafide "Internet Personalities" as well.

As soon as you get on your soapbox to address somebody else who got on their soapbox (ad nauseum) you've just got a bunch of people fist-pumping you or throwing figurative rotten tomatoes at you and no one is listening to anything that is actually being said or trying to solve the damn problem that was brought up in the first place! And before you know it everybody has taken up their own soapbox of indignant righteousness and we lose a little bit more of that empathy towards each other (you know, the actual living breathing warm human person on the other side of the screen) that this medium threatens on a daily basis.

I'd rather watch thousands of cat videos than see that happen.

Why is it so hard to say: "I'm sorry you feel that way. Do you have an idea of a constructive solution to this issue that you have brought up today? Let's discuss!"

Or rather, say nothing at all.

And so ends my rant towards other rants in response to other rants.

The Internet is a nasty mistress.

xo Lisa

p.s. I love cats, and their videos.