Mourning Moon by cazartco
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from small things..

I’m hoping for inspiration..

This week has been a big push. Finally my online art store is open. I’ve pretty much been correcting bits and bobs all week. I’ve also been trying to navigate some kind of plan of what’s to come. I’ve needed some art time too, but even that’s been difficult to squeeze in.

I’m looking back over social media to see which of my artworks have been liked or featured the most. This will determine which art to add on my store to sell. I’ve learnt through social media that sometimes something that you think isn’t good enough to share, is in fact someone’s favourite. It’s a process that I think might take some time, but it’s always good to go back over what you’ve done before. It rekindles an interest in a process or media that you haven’t used in a while.

During this I came across this illustration from 2014. It’s still one of my personal favourites.

As if by Magic by cazartco
As if by Magic

I’m now starting to doodle… back with an ink pen in my hand, whilst I’m thinking, from small things, Big things Grow.

Here is some new photography from this week. This was taken in my back garden with my Nikon, just as the full moon was rising.

Mourning Moon by cazartco
Mourning Moon

I hope you have a great weekend! Thanks for all your likes on my last post, it’s really awesome

Blessings

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From There to Here

 

The 700
The 700

I have been sitting here thinking about how on earth to start my first blog in over seven months.  Can I explain or put into words, the huge changes that have happened in my life since I last wrote?  I can’t. Nothing I would say could do justice, or pay sufficient respect to all those people that kept me going.  They were there in the hardest times and are still now encouraging and supporting me. I can’t thank them all enough, they had faith that I could carry on.  Even when I thought I didn’t know how to.

Art has been the one thing that has at times taken me to a place of calm and security.  I lose hours drawing and I become a happier person as a result. I may not have been writing much but drawing,  painting and photography has been a daily routine.  I joined Instagram last year and through that community, I made some really good friends, it’s is also amazing the things you learn just by looking at other peoples creativity.  I have used it as a sounding board for my stuff too, getting far more positive feedback than I would have thought.  Having over 700 regular followers of my work through Instagram, now gives me the objectivity to fill my galleries here with the most popular work. I tried to keep my opinion out of it,  as I tend to be a little too critical maybe.

Over the last couple of weeks or so, this is what I have worked on, visually speaking.  Moreover I hope you enjoy the art here.  I promise to keep in touch for here on in, even if I just let the art tell a story of it’s own.

 

 

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Dedication

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Brenda in Paris 1962. Taken from the family album. Originally snapped on a girls weekend away, when she was 22. This is my beautiful Mum.

So my friends.  This post is dedicated her.   She would probably be very embarrassed to know that I have posted a photo of her for the world to see. I would without doubt, get told off, even at my age.  The truth is that without her I would not be doing this at all.

There are so many pearls of wisdom that she shared with us as a family. Like tea really can solve everything, along with as many swear words as is possible to string together, if it seems that everything is going wrong.  I cannot remember a time when she wouldn’t have a creative project on the go, especially knitting.  So I learnt early on that creativity was something worth nurturing.   She would tell me to trust my gut instincts.  To go with them, even if it seemed impossible odds are stacked up against me.  Always to be true to yourself and how you feel.  That dedication with a bit of  patience gets great things accomplished.  And life.  Well it does, like a ball of wool,  become unraveled sometimes through no fault of our own.  It’s then, that’s it’s alright to start over again.

I grew up with her love of books, films and soul music, which is why this last photo in my blog today, has this title.

‘ A Rose is Still a Rose’  was a song sung by the legendary Aretha Franklin.  Mum said it always reminded her of me.  It’s lyrics today, still ring true.

She was the wisest, funniest, most independent woman. Who had ‘sod it days’ on a regular basis. We find ourselves using the words ‘doofer’, ‘whatsit’ or ‘dooberry’ when the correct words slip our minds, just like she used to. My daughters and I have our ‘sod it days’ in her honor.  As we drink our way through too many cups of tea, putting the world to rights, we think of you with a smile. Brenda Stanley.

The fresh and the fallen

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It’s The Little Things That Matter

Hi
I have not blogged for ages it seems. In the background over the last few weeks I have been dealing with a mountain of life’s distractions.
Although sometimes it’s good to step back to think about where you want to be. What you want or need to do next.

I have been working on several creative projects at once which are now all coming to fruition. So there is lots of new artwork and expanding of cazartco coming up for you to look at.

So my friends may this Solstice be a good one for you. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Make the little things matter that make you happy.

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Darker Circles, Inner Smiles.

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Darker Circles, Inner Smiles.

 

Where are you now,

Do you lie beneath the circles in these tired eyes

Do you see me staring at you wondering if I tried,

To find you.

Inside I smile,

At all the times we laughed and cried,

Took turns in righting all the wrongs,

Our circumstance would muster,

And if I whisper,

Will you just say something,

You always used to say,

In your witty, loving way, to me.

Darker, lighter, we are all the same,

Caught up in politics for heavens sakes,

Some of us can’t think, let alone even pray,

That we will meet each others minds and souls.

You can beat the crap out of power and goals.

But their importance will never define you

No, No thankfully you left that far behind you.

In deeper darker circles,

So you could give only inner smiles.