Laundry Line Divine

Jaq Belcher

Access Point 2012
hand cut paper, 5,071 cuts
42″ x 42″ framed

“The most regretful people on Earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.”

Mary Oliver

I have quite a mouthful to say about time and being creative.

But, being Friday evening with dinner and all the rest is at bay, I give you this immensely beautiful creation by my friend Jaq Belcher.
Jaq is a paper sculptor. She does things with paper I never imagined.

Here is where you can find her work.

Here is where her work will be exhibited in New York City with an opening on May 10.

And here, on the Laundry Line is where you can be assured that whether a doodle or a paper cut like this, your individual expression is important in the world and worth the time it takes to create.

This is what my friend Lissa Rankin, who posts messages like this one from ‘Your Inner Pilot Light’ on Face book. Lissa is celebrating three years since a major career change and big shift in her life choices. You can see her blog post about the celebration here. Lissa’s ‘Out’ post is here.

Why is it that we so often prioritize work and trivialize creative expression? How long has it been since you’ve written in your journal, pulled out the watercolors, made candles out of beeswax, created jewelry, knitted a sweater, made a scrapbook, or decorated a table with fall leaves? When you create, you give me an opportunity to come out and play. And here’s the secret most don’t understand.When you let me come out and play, your work reflects how awesome I am and it all comes full circle. All work and no play makes me dim my light.

The planet is counting you shining your light. 
Brightly. 
I send you all my love for this coming weekend.
Now, about dinner, 
S

P.S. I retrieved this post from the jumble that happened when I switched servers. This was originally posted on April 27. Whatever we had for dinner must have been good or at least passable. Tonight we are having these beans from my dear Janet. They have become my Monday meal. I must tell you a funny story about Jonathan and those very beans. xo S

This is one of those blogs where you take your shoes off, stand up and sing with Natasha Bedingfield.
Can you read and dance at the same time?
I wanna know, because that is what I am doing.

I got this video from my friend Lissa Rankin who has a very good thing going here.

Until my next post, I will be drifting NYC my my husband during these last 4 days of our marriage improving 10 days on our own while the kids have a fantastic time away from us with our German family. Thanks to Ursula and Werner, we have spent 6 days so far, speaking in uninterrupted sentences. It is a miracle.
And we really miss our kids.
So, if they are reading this post, just know you are loved with the vastness of this galaxy and beyond.

Travel safe and well, wherever you are.
All my love for this New Year,
S

Apple Movie Two from Suzi Banks Baum on Vimeo.

I am in New York City today at the BlogHer conference.
I will be carrying this light with me as I prowl the pavement, meeting up with a few friends to share about writing.
I get to see Daniel, which is a huge and rare treat.

You might have to scroll down to turn off the sound on Rochelle’s video. It is a nice underplay to mine, but easier to focus with only one soundtrack running. Right?

Sending you this, my first time video thingy,
With love,
S

This is what happens to me:

I struggle with the clock, with my responsibilities, with time. I get mad then madder.
Then at some point I let it go, largely because I apply the balm of one of my many self-care Tools.

Then, I take myself out in to the world, or in to my studio and I play.
Today, I sat in Washington Square Park and drew for an hour, just using the simple prompt of “drawing 4 things I see right now”.

After that, walking towards the High Line Park over in far Chelsea, by the windy Hudson, all these interesting things caught my eye.
It seems that once I allow my vision to be perked by what is in front of me, all sorts of marvels reveal themselves.

What happens to you when you let yourself see with your Artist’s Eye?

S is for Seeing with an Artist’s Eye.
Thank you for seeing me here, at the Laundry Line.
Love, S