Feeling beachy…

It’s hot hot hot and dry as a bone in Phoenix right now. As I run errands, I’m like most Phoenicians where I can’t get the air conditioner in my car to cool down quick enough. Yes, it’s fun to post 70-degree weather photos on Facebook during the winter months when it’s blizzard conditions in the Midwest and East Coast, but I can tell you we Zonies pay for our sunshine smugness every single summer.

Since I’ve been dreaming about my favorite summer getaway – San Diego and it’s gorgeous beaches – with no opportunity of leaving town for a visit, I decided to spend the morning in my studio making some dreamy, beach-inspired jewelry. Here’s a simple cast resin focal and seashell bead bracelet design that I whipped up. If I can’t be cool, at least I can look cool, right???


Thinking it’s time to put on a cotton summer dress, my new bracelet, some strappy sandals and get hubby to take me for sushi. When life gives you hot lemons, it’s time to make some toddies! Forget that crap…I’ll take all of the above and a icy cold margarita. Now we’re talking!

I hope you are enjoying your summer and getting in some much needed maker time.


A new painting

I’ve been in my studio with nothing but canvas and paints and my imagination. In my last blog post, I wrote that I had planned to do a little intuitive painting session. I wanted to show the results of this. It felt so good to turn on the music and feel the journey color and form wanted to take. With this piece, I literally just went with the flow.


When I wrote the words free twice, I was thinking of my folks. The four feathers are myself, my husband and my kids. The three flowers are my three animals – two dogs and a cat and the three stepping stones are the spiritual path I walk leading to my little heart studio. This painting makes me happy. Feels like healing is beginning…

Day 7 — a week of heART

Welcome to day seven – the final day of my Week of heART…

Sylvia Plath is one of my favorite poets. The way she constructs her sentences makes me see the words in my minds eye the same way I see my art. I wanted to finish my week strong. When you read the words “Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars” I hope you see what I see.


I am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them–
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

– Sylvia Plath, Poet/Author

Day 6 – a week of heART

Welcome to day six of my Week of heART…

Maya Angelou. What more is there to say? A national treasure. A woman of eloquence and grace. Words that touch my soul. I wish we could all believe in ourselves this fully and know that we are phenomenal women.


Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Maya Angelou Poet/Author

Day 5 – a week of heART

Welcome to day five of my Week of heART…

I’ve read everything by Shel Silverstein. The funny thing is that I did not read him in my childhood. I read Where the Sidewalk Ends my first year in collage and became obsessed with his work. He is not a children’s author. He is an artist for humanity.


Hug ‘O War

I will not play at tug o’ war. 
I’d rather play at hug o’ war, 
Where everyone hugs 
Instead of tugs, 
Where everyone giggles 
And rolls on the rug, 
Where everyone kisses, 
And everyone grins, 
And everyone cuddles, 
And everyone wins.

  • – Shel Silverstein, Poet/Author

Day 4 – a week of heART

Welcome to day four of my Week of heART…

This necklace has been published a number of times, including my new Explore, Create, Resinate Jewelry book. This cast ICE Resin piece is the story of my son when he was two years old and the pure joy he brings to my world.  Today’s poem is by a contemporary artist. Like this artist, I remember renting VHS videos from the video store. Also, all my son’s videos from his childhood were VHS format — we spent a fortune in Disney tapes and donated every single one to Goodwill. Goodness, that seems so long ago, but it really wasn’t.

Cary Grant and Myrna Loy are definitely before my time, but the idea of one’s spouse crushing on a gorgeous movie star is a timeless aspect of married love.

My hope today is to share a touch of humor. Poetry isn’t always big words, sonnets and flowery language.


Video Blues

My husband has a crush on Myrna Loy,
and likes to rent her movies, for a treat.
It makes some evenings harder to enjoy.

him as their slave is too long to repeat.
(My husband has a crush on Myrna Loy, Carole Lombard, Paulette Goddard,

coy  Jean Arthur with that voice as dry as wheat …)
It makes some evenings harder to enjoy.

Does he confess all this just to annoy
a loyal spouse? I know I can’t compete.
My husband has a crush on Myrna Loy.

And can’t a woman have her dreamboats? Boy,
I wouldn’t say my life is incomplete,
but some evening I could certainly enjoy

two hours with Cary Grant as my own toy
I guess, though, we were destined not to meet.
My husband has a crush on Myrna Loy,
which makes some evenings harder to enjoy

– Mary Jo Salter, Poet/Author

Day 3 – A week of heART

Welcome to day three of my week of heART…

I really enjoy random images…words… thoughts…sentences that seem all jumbled up but somehow right themselves in the chaos. I was recently doing a Google search for contemporary poets because I was looking for new inspiration on a resin collage. The bits and pieces I was working with were scraps I had planned to toss in the garbage but when I held them in my hand, I saw a slight hint of cohesiveness. When I came across this poem, I felt the author accomplished the exact same thing. Be sure to read “A is for knee socks. E is for panties. I is for button down a few times.” Then next time your work seems jumbled and/or disjointed, think about this poem and keep going with your initial idea.


Lines Depicting Simple Happiness

The shine on her buckle took precedence in sun
Her shine, I should say, could take me anywhere
It feels right to be up this close in tight wind
It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you
About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know
With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler
About you many good things come into relation
I think of proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, like
A is for knee socks, E for panties
I is for buttondown, O the blouse you wear
U is for hair clip, and Y your tight skirt
The music picks up again, I am the man I hope to be
The bright air hangs freely near your newly cut hair
It is so easy now to see gravity at work in your face
Easy to understand time, that dark process
To accept it as a beautiful process, your face
– Peter Gizzi, Poet/Author