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Hi Art Shenaniganists! Today’s post is all about this Halloween junk/gift journal I have been working on for a week! I had so much fun creating this. I Love FALL! not just the colors and the boots and the sweaters, but the art, the pumpkin spice and the crisp morning air. I just love it. This is my first installment of Fall 2018 art. You can find this in my etsy store at http://www.etsy.com/shop/stuffrednecksmake
I usually just talk about whatever project I am working on and throw a video up and call it good. But today, I want to talk about something a little different.
I had big plans for Desert Angel Mixed Media Arts. I had a business plan. I took courses and got certified to teach. I got financing. I bought paint and easels and canvases and paper. I developed my own style. I wanted to teach meaningful art that would change the world. Best laid plans.
Enter Lupus. An auto immune disease that causes your immune system to attack your organs and joints. The symptoms are a long list, but the ones that affect me most are extreme fatigue, joint pain, muscle weakness and muscle pain. Some times its my hands, another day it is my knees or my lungs are inflamed or I can only stay up for 3 hours and have to go back to bed or its an infection somewhere in my body that knocks me flat. AND then… It will just go away for a while. It’s those times when I think I can conquer the world with my paint brush and found things and scrapbook paper and ink. Its then that I forget that Lupus makes me unreliable because I never know when it will attack. I forget that I may not have the energy to make an appointment or carry paint bottles or drive. I forget that I might not make that show that I paid 100 bucks to get into. But Lupus always reminds me. And when it does, sometimes I become depressed, introverted, and sad.
That’s no way to live. It is time for a dose of reality. I’ve spent almost a year now grieving the loss of a dream. Pouting. Wondering why the magic diet didn’t work or the new pill isn’t kicking in. Feeling worthless, washed up, old and rickety and nearing the jumping off place. Poppy cock.
I am a survivor. There are others who have much worse things to deal with than this and I am blessed enough to have an amazing husband who supports me and loves me no matter what. I have amazing children and family. I have a long history of recovery and I have a bad ass art room with everything that I could need to create. I don’t have to worry about anything but my own junk and I have sat in my self pity long enough. I have no right to feel sorry for my self when my real purpose has been with me all along and God has provided everything I need to accomplish my deepest hidden desire which is to help others recover from trauma, substance abuse, sexual abuse, eating disorders, loss… the list goes on, through art. I am not a therapist, I have just developed some techniques that have helped me heal and I want to share those things. I have a master’s degree in experience when it comes to surviving trauma. God set me up to do this thing. I tried to get out of it. It has been my secret healing place with all my secrets and ideas and joys and victories. I just didnt want to share. But when you have a purpose deep inside you, and it has been there for a long time and you know it is what you were born to do, eventually you have to do it.
So there it is. I am going to be 50 this year. 50. I feel like I better get a move on here. I will be doing this from my art room through you tube, blogging, and social media. I am just going to share. No promises, no schedule. Just Life. Just Art. Just Healing. Just community. Just Recovery. Its time to do the work. It doesn’t matter who watches or follows me. It only matters that I do it. Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump and trust that God will catch you.