{this moment} a moment captured in time. A precious memory, a little piece of heaven in my week. Here’s a photo taken last week of my mum reading bed time stories to my two peeps. I love this time of day, not only because its the end of the day, but because we get to snuggle and laugh about characters and answer silly “what if” questions. I just love it, and I love seeing my two snuggle in to Nana, it really makes me smile

I’ve been a little slack on the blog front lately – I know. And my shop is looking a little neglected too… I have stock, paintings, prints, cards and bookmarks, but I’ve just been burning the proverbial candle at both ends and along the middle as well. So bear with me – I hope to have done a re-stock over the next few days!

As well as that, I’ve been going through an internal blogging dilemma. What to write about? I have been reading some very funny, thoughtful and extremely articulate blogs as of late, and to be quite honest, I’m completely intimidated! I mean, what could little-ole me have to add to the blogos[here that a). hasn’t already been said, or b). is authentic and interesting and funny all at the same time? Is that a bit too much pressure *right there*? Probably…

And there’s the notion of self censorship. Comic mummy has touched on this idea and I have very similar thoughts to her… There is the constant question I ask myself “what do people want to read about?” and as I get sucked deeper and deeper into the vortex of trying to read your minds, I realise how impossible it is for me to write something on a regular basis that is entertaining in some way to everyone, and so I become a lacky band, and do the complete opposite, nothing…

And after doing nothing for a while, I remember my dreams and my vision and where I want to be heading, and why I blog and do all this ‘stuff’ and then I ‘pull my head in” and get back to it (sometimes flicking that wretched little demon off my shoudler as I do). So that’s kind of the head space I’ve been in lately – the “I’m not as good as them” which is such familiar territory artistically, that I should be completely savvy of it’s wiley ways, see it coming and duck sideways to avert it. You would think. But it does get me every now and then! Oh well, as my mother would say “you live and learn” and oh you do don’t you! I’m learning that I just need to keep putting one foot in front of another, and cutting myself some slack. I’m learning that good things are built with love and patience and hard work. I’m learning that if the only thing I do in the day is feed my kids and play with them, then I’ve had a successful day. I’m learning that I am also an evolution of nature, a painting in the process and that I’m not a finished work. I have to love the incompleteness in me, just as I love (the unfolding process of) it in my own paintings…