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Catalyst Fifty-Nine
April 25, 2009, 8:30 am
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As always, thank you to all of our visitors and all the encouraging comments you left for us. For those of you who did, thank you for playing along with us.

 

Ok! Here’s catalyst number fifty-nine:

 

Apologize to someone.

 

We’re so thrilled to have Susan Dupre as this week’s Guest Artist.

 

I’ve known Susan from A Million Memories for a while now and she’s absolutely fantastic. She’s down to earth, funny, kind and generous. Not a very common combination and such a great one. Of course, she’s also an incredibly talented artist and, as you’ll see this week, her work is so meaningful that it’s a perfect fit for creative therapy.

 

As well as being on the A Million Memories design team, Susan also designs for multiple manufcaturers including Graphic 45 and the Paper Element. And she’s on the Dreamgirls Challenge Blog.

 

If you’ve never seen her beautiful art make sure to visit her blog.

 

 

 

 

Here is Susan’s art with this week’s catalyst. You can click on it to see a larger version and more detail.

 

 


 

Susan Says:

I thought long and hard about who needed an apology in my life. Truthfully, the one person who needed it most in my life is me. I decided to make a little box “of apologies”, but I have decided to continue the process. I now plan on adding some positive affirmations towards me and my life as well. My journaling strips read:

 

I apologize to myself for – never loving my self to make a difference in my life in the areas where needed.

 

I apologize to myself for – letting others in my past take advantage of me or abuse me.

 

I apologize to myself for – giving up and not pushing myself harder in areas I needed to work on.

 

I apologize to myself for – the times that I have been preoccupied and didn’t want to participate with others in my family. I have hurt not only them but myself as well.

 

I apologize to myself for – being critical or unbelieving of my self worth or talents.

 

I apologize to myself for – waiting so long to become a mother because I thought I would be the mother my own mother was. I was so wrong.

 

I apologize to myself for – keeping all the pain and hurt inside when I was younger. I should have shared it with someone.

 

 

Technique Highlight:

 

Other than photo and paper cutting, I decided to make my button flowers more playful and whimsy. I did by simply adding floss around them. It added texture and a bit more color to help make it all pop.

 

 

Thank you so much Susan; we’re so very very honored.

 

 


Here are some interpretations of the catalyst from members of our team.

 

Wendela:

Wendela Says:

My little one is always crying when he has to go out with me. Are you coming??? And he’s crying NO, I don’t want to go, I don’t want anything!!! And sometimes, I feel bad about this…my youngest one, his whole little life, he has to go with me…to school…shopping…visiting friends….going outside for a walk…the dentists.. the doctor..etc..

 

And sometimes his patience is up!!! And he cries out NO!! And when I look into my heart..I say…I’m so sorry to my little boy…forgive me

 

Technique Highlight:

I used cork ( background), and I stamped circles with paint. Also crochet leaves and stalks, and one flower.

 

 


Karen:

Karen Says:

I try to live my life with as few regrets as possible and when I hurt someone or feel bad about something, I generally try to apologize immedaitely so that it’s not something that I drag out for a long time.

 

One of the rare exceptions is an old friend. Many many many years ago, this boy asked me out. He would have been my first boyfriend and for a plethora of reasons, I said no. I told him some of the reasons but the really big reason, the one I wasn’t so proud of even then, I didn’t tell him. He guessed it and knew it but I never admitted to it. We stayed friends on and off for a very long time and still talk today and I have always regretted having turned him down then but we never had the opportunity to date ever again.

 

A few years ago, I took this course that had me reevaluate my life and coincidentally, I was planning a trip back home after the course. So the first thing I did was call him up and apologize. I met with him and I told him the real reason I didn’t have the guts to go out with him then and how much and how deeply I regretted not telling him all these years even though he knew it and even worse how much I regretting missing our opportunity.

 

He was incredibly graceful. Not only did he forgive me but he told me that maybe things worked out much better this way. Had we dated, he said, we might have gone out for a while and then broken up and never talked again. Whereas this way, we got to stay friends for another twenty years and get to be in each others’ lives even now.

 

That apology and hearing his response was one of the most healing moments of my life and I wanted to commemorate it with this piece of art.

 

Why is this in a binder?

 

 


Amy:

 

Amy Says:

An apology for a well-intended attempt to free a stuck penny that ended up with a broken gumball machine and gumballs falling to the floor around us while we looked on in confusion until we realized they had hit the glass hard enough from the inside to break through. It’s an apology for a simple and silly moment, but every time I thought of it, I thought of the William Carlos Williams’ poem, “This is just to say,” and I wanted to capture the same kind of moment, a simple moment with a slightly tongue-in-cheek apology. Medium: Watercolor and ink.

 

 


KL:

 

KL Says:

when i began thinking about this catalyst “apologize to someone” i realized that it was going to be a real soul searching experience. my thoughts kept coming back to things that i wish i had done differently all the times that someone tried to belittle me when i was a child. all of the times that i was bullied. all of the times i was told i was stupid. ugly. all of the times that i was told i wouldn’t amount to anything, that my life would be meaningless.

 

but, most importantly, i wanted to record these thoughts so that i could forgive myself for believing all of those hurtful, painful words. i wanted to forgive myself for all of the times that i walked out on myself in those moments, all of the times that i let someone else dictate how i would believe in myself.

 

so i wrote and wrote and i got it all out.

 

and i was relieved when i finished. relieved that i was open and honest and truthful, but most importantly i was relieved that i forgave myself for not being stronger. i forgave myself for not knowing better. i forgave myself for being a child who just wanted to be loved.

 

Technique Highlight:

honestly, for this page i really let the journaling dictate the flow of what i would create. there is a lot of hand cutting and piecing things back together on this one. there are a lot of layers. the cabinet card
frame is actually a piece of fabric that i designed. i simply cut out the picture and then created a layered handcut paper collage and layered it underneath the fabric. my journaling was written on the large journal card and then layered deep underneath everything else, you can just see it peeking out under the fabric and the vellum.

 

 


Lia:

Lia Says::

Bubbles was my favorite cat, and my heart broke when she passed on this Valentine’s Day. In my head, I wasn’t the best owner she could have had. All she wanted was my affection and time, and I regret and am so sorry for not giving her more of that. I love her, and I miss her. And I wish she was still here.

 

 


Larissa:

 

Larissa Says:

I chose the easiest way to do this very therapeutic catalyst: I wrote letters to my father, my brother, former boyfriend and a friend of mine and I put them all in a mail box specially decorated for this occasion.

 

 


Katie:

 

Katie Says:

This was an emotional letter for me to write. It’s a part of my life that I don’t talk about. I keep it separate from my daily life, I have to or I would fall apart. I have a son, he is 17. He is 17 and his life is in shambles. Bad genes and some very rough patches in his life have created some hurdles for him. I put a lot of work into him. I’m afraid that we are running out of time. I am only going to put the beginning of my letter here as the rest is deeply private.

 

Dear son,

 

Your doctors keep telling me not to say sorry to you. That it allows you to lay blame somewhere else and that is not therapeutic for you. That then you put your energy into blaming and not into getting better. I do need to say that I am sorry. I don’t know exactly how you got to this place. I think you were passed some bad genes, but that can be controlled through medication, we just have to find the right one for you. I can’t control the hereditary genes. So what I truly feel sorry about is that we all helped getting you into the situation that you are in now. Nothing was on purpose. I knew though that when you were little that this day would be here. I told your Dad, someday this will come back and haunt us. It has.

 

I was 19 when I got pregnant with you. It was unplanned but I was so happy. You were so wanted. I didn’t have a lot but I did have a lot of love to give you. Your Dad was quite a bit older then me, you know that. I thought I could change him. I learned the hard lesson that you can’t change anybody, ever. So with the advice of a therapist, I packed our bags and walked out the door. You were 8 months old. I knew that your Dad would be mad, but I didn’t know the hell we would go through. I didn’t know that you would become the pawn, the tool to get back at me.

 

The court set up our visitation schedule and it was too much for a baby. Too much for a baby that was still nursing. Your dad would not allow you to drink breast milk at his house…so you would cry and cry and refuse your formula. Your Dad would not allow me to walk you into the house. The door would open enough to squeeze you in. Did you know that you used to hold on to me with your toes. He would pry your arms off me and then all you had left were your legs…even your little toes held onto the fabric of my shirt.

 

I tried everything I knew to make it better. I tried to hold you through your rage as you got older. I tried to give you as much love as I could. We used to pack your little bag of treasures for you to take to your Dad’s house. They were very important to you. They were the only part of “us” that you could take with you. You used to pack them in your Fisher-Price silo from your barn set.

 

 


 

Now it’s your turn: show us your therapeutic art around “Apologize to someone.” I urge you to give it a try. This one has the potential to be a particularly healing catalyst, I hope you will embrace it in that vain. Embrace the healing power of art. It can be any form of art as long as it speaks to you.

 

Leave us comments with your work and you will qualify for the RAK we offer to a random participant. If you don’t have a community or blog where you upload photos, you can upload them on our flickr group.

 

 

We have a new RAK this week by the very generous Sakura of America which are these beautiful metallic gel pens:

 

 

Remember, this is not a competition. If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won.

 

Until next week, enjoy each and every moment.

 

 



A Few Changes
April 23, 2009, 7:35 pm
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It’s been a while since I’ve posted about some of our team changes so I wanted to give you a quick update:

 

First of all, the sad news is that Kris Tuey left our team a while back. We will really miss her and her beautiful art.

 

Secondly, we’re thrilled to have quite a few new team members. Some of which have already shared their art and some who haven’t yet. Those who recently joined us and those who are coming really soon are: Alexis Hardy, Lia Abdullah, Lucy Edson, and Wilna Furstenberg. These ladies are amazing artists and I am unbelievably honored to be in their company. Please help me welcome them.

 



Catalyst Fifty-Eight
April 19, 2009, 5:05 am
Filed under: catalyst

 

As always, thank you to all of our visitors and all the encouraging comments you left for us. For those of you who did, thank you for playing along with us.

 

Ok! Here’s catalyst number fifty-eight:

 

What’s your favorite word? Why?

 

We’re so thrilled to have Linda Albrecht as this week’s Guest Artist.

 

Linda’s art is so soulful, so absolutely stunning, and unique that I was extremely honored when she agreed to guest for us. Her art and scrapbooking touches my soul and makes me happy.

 

Linda designs for some of the best known scrapbooking manufacturers: BasicGrey, Creative Cafe, Melissa Frances, and Shimmerz Paints. She also runs a beautiful kit club: The Scrappy Gourmet.

 

If you’ve never seen her amazing art make sure to visit her beautiful blog.

 

 

 

 

Here is Linda’s art with this week’s catalyst. You can click on it to see a larger version and more detail.

 

 

 

Linda Says:

To be honest, I have a few favorite words, but I decided to go with “Nest” for my choice for this project. I’ve been in love with that word for a few years now. I find that it makes me think of home and comfort and good things. Luckily, I have always had a wonderful nest to be in, whether it was my childhood home or the one that I have created with my own little family.

 

I find great pleasure in feathering my nest. It is one of my favorite pleasures and creative outlets. Not only does it bring me joy and delight, but it also gives my family and friends that visit a sense of calm and serenity when they are here. But most importantly, I like to remember that it takes more than brick, mortar and pretty things to build a nest. It also takes love and kindness, teaching and learning, caring and constant diligence to make the nest a place of growth and happiness. We work hard to build spiritual and moral needs so that each of our family members come and go with a sense of confidence and goodness so they can be honorable stewards of society and the world.

 

 

Technique Highlight:

 

I don’t use or read many technique books, so mine are self taught and possibly not the way that they should be given, but that’s part of my individual creative process, right? ;-) Besides, there is no wrong or right in art.

 

Basically, I did a collage effect for the background by cutting small scraps of paper into shapes, mostly squares and rectangles but I also punched a few circles and cut out butterflies by hand. I applied them to the background with Mod Podge and also added a top coat of the Mod Podge to the entire top surface once all of the paper was in place. This gives you some additional time for removing any painting that doesn’t come out “just right” so that you can remove the paint by rubbing it off with a damp cloth.

 

One of my favorite things to use with paint is Crackle medium. I always have a bottle on hand because I like the distressed look. I apply it after the Mod Podge is dry and before I add paint to the piece. I use it randomly on my background, as I don’t want the whole piece crackled, but just a few areas. I also used it on the letters and the frame for that old rustic look. The heavier you apply the paint to the crackle medium, the larger the cracks and clumping will be.

 

Most all of the images and sentiments on my piece mean something to me, whether it is the “A” for our last name and the number “6” for our family members or the heart which represents love… and circles which represent eternity.

 

 

Thank you so much Linda; we’re so very very honored.

 

 


Here are some interpretations of the catalyst from members of our team.

 

Wendela:

Wendela Says:

My favorite word is BLESSINGS, or BLESS, or BLESSED….And why? I’m really BLESSED with my husband and my 4 lovely kids, BLESSED with my home, my friends…and I’m BLESSED to know that The Lord is my Savior. BLESS his Holy Name.

 

 


Karen:

Karen Says:

I was going to pick Family or Love. Honestly, those words are what make me coziest and warmest inside but I wanted to pick something different from last week so I decided to go with Euphoria. I hadn’t heard of that word until college (Just to be fair, English is my second language.) and as soon as I heard it, I felt happy. To me, it is one of those words that suits its meaning so well. So I love that word.

 

Why is this in a binder?

 

 


Amy:

 

Amy Says:

“Pastiche” is a favorite word for me, a word closely aligned with another favorite word, “Palimpsest.” From “pastiche,” I take the concept of layering, of bringing together different and varied elements and seeking the harmony and balance within and between them. This piece is created from clippings from my sewing table. A project I’ve been working on requires the cutting off of small striated triangles from each completed larger block, so I had a pile of these small “half-squares” in front of me. As I worked, the piece took on a structure and “readable” form that I didn’t expect. And yet in the creation of what became almost a village composed of scraps, I found the embodiment of the word. Medium: Fabric collage.

 

 


Lia:

Lia Says::

My current favorite word is ‘PATIENCE’. It’s a word that I need to constantly remind myself of nowadays, but it is so apt in my present days. It reminds me to be calm and to accept all that life brings, no matter how hard. It gives me confidence and hope that things will get better. I just have to be patient and ride it out.

 

 


Opal:

 

Journaling Reads:

I hold in my heart the ‘sweet’ around me: the sweet voices of my grandchildren; the sweet morning song of a bird; the sweet buzz of my cell phone; Kitty Boy’s sweet purrs; sweet songs on my iPod; the voices of my sweet daughters; the sweet melodies of Mozart; the sweet words of a poem, a friend’s letter, a song, a story the sweet quiet of my house; the sweet taste of a soy latte, and coffee ice cream. Sweet is the perfect word: noun; adjective, and verb if ‘sweetened’….

 

 


Lori:

 

Lori Says:

I’m a classic California valley girl! Whenever I leave the state, I’m accused of having an accent, which cracks me up. I do not have an accent. I just use a lot of valley girl slang. For some reason, I cannot get the word “dude” out of my vocabulary. I say it all the time. I’m sure it sound hilarious coming from someone my age, but since I no longer work full time, I don’t try to weed out the slang, anymore. I know I say “dude” all time. I have reminders of it when my two-year old says it to me perfectly. “Brody, pick up your toys, please.” “No way, dude!” Nice!

 

 


Lucy:

 

Lucy Says:

Words of Love – an altered chocolate box. When I first read this week’s catalyst, I thought, ‘Oh, this will be easy!’ But the more I tried to think of my favorite word, the harder it became – words have such power and carry so much emotion that choosing just one seemed impossible. I decided to go with words of Love – affirmation, caring, compassion, ect., so many words fit that catagory for me. I needed a box to hold them all and found this old heart shaped chocolate box – so another romantic meaning for love in itself. I painted it with several shades of green and glued some beautiful Websters printed velums on to part – pleated strips of paper and stamping.

 

My box will hold words of love and little loving mementos of my favorite things.

 

 


Katie:

 

Katie Says:

My Word is Cottage. Maybe it started with the 7 Dwarfs’ little cottage, with the magical birds and the little cozy chairs….but Cottage has always been one of my favorite words. It just rolls off my tongue and sounds so soft.

 

Technique Highlight:

I made this framed word by using a frame that I got at the thrift store. I painted it white and distressed it. I covered the cardboard picture inside with paper and chipboard to create my Cottage Word Sign.

 

I staple gunned ribbon to the back to make a hanger for the picture. It was fairly easy to make and will look darling in my guest room!

 

 


Larissa:

 

Larissa Says:

Nest: isn’t it the coziest the place in the world? When I think of this word, it reminds me of protection, love and union. On the other hand, I also adore the metaphor of leaving the nest and achieving freedom.

 

 


 

Now it’s your turn: show us your therapeutic art around “What’s your favorite word? Why?” I urge you to give it a try. Embrace the healing power of art. It can be any form of art as long as it speaks to you.

 

Leave us comments with your work and you will qualify for the RAK we offer to a random participant. If you don’t have a community or blog where you upload photos, you can upload them on our flickr group.

 

 

Remember, this is not a competition. If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won.

 

Until next week, enjoy each and every moment.

 

 



Catalyst Fifty-Seven
April 12, 2009, 7:38 am
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As always, thank you to all of our visitors and all the encouraging comments you left for us. For those of you who did, thank you for playing along with us.

 

Ok! Here’s catalyst number fifty-seven:

 

What makes you laugh?

 

We’re so thrilled to have Karen Russell as this week’s Guest Artist.

 

Karen inspires me in so many ways that I am not even sure exactly where to begin. While I have never had the privilege of meeting Karen in person, I did have a chance to be in a live chat with her and the one thing I remember above all others is her straight-forwardness, humbleness, and kindness. She embodies so much of what I respect and cherish in others and I am truly honored to have her here as a guest designer.

 

If you’ve ever used the elegant and beautiful Narratives papers from Creative Imaginations, you might already know that Karen designed for them for years. She designed paper, stamps, transparencies, stickers and many other embellishments. Recently, she has put the design work on what we hope is a temporary hiatus to focus more on her famous and phenomenal Photographers’ Workshops. Even though I haven’t had the good fortune to take this class, I know several people who have and I have heard nothing but rave reviews about the quality of the class and the quality of Karen’s teaching skills. If you want to improve or learn photography skills, I would highly recommend you get on the waiting list because her classes sell out in a matter of seconds.

 

If you’ve never seen her art, her photography, or her designs, make sure to visit her wonderfully thought-provoking blog.

 

 

 

 

PLEASE NOTE: This week I made a terrible mistake. While the rest of our team did the art for this week’s catalyst, when I emailed Karen her reminder for the art a month ago, I told her that the catalyst was “Create art around a mistake. The bigger the more therapeutic.” which as you’ll remember was last week’s catalyst. Even when she sent me her art early I didn’t realize my mistake until this morning. And as luck would have it further, last week’s topic was as somber as this week’s is light hearted. So when you read Karen’s art and realize it doesn’t match this week’s catalyst, please realize that it was my mistake and I apologize profusely from both Karen and you. Having said all that, here is Karen’s beautiful art with last week’s catalyst. You can click on it to see a larger version.

 

 

 

Journaling Reads:

My teenage years hurt. I made a lot of mistakes. I sold myself short. I let other people determine my self-worth. I wasn’t true to myself. I hurt people. I let people hurt me. I didn’t stand for the things I believed in. I wasted my potential. And at the time, it felt as if it all played out for the whole wide world to see.

 

I just turned 36. But it’s all still there, playing over and over again in both my waking thoughts and in the worst of my dreams. Fresh like it just happened.

 

I’ve heard woman say that their forties are the best years of their lives. That in their forties, they finally had a sense of their true worth and that they finally came to peace with all those past hurts. And maybe that is why my late thirties are proving to be so uncomfortable. Maybe taking a microscope to all those tender things is the only way to finally recognize them for what they are.

 

I’ve always been quick to forgive – maybe too quick at times. I just never realized that forgiveness could be extended to myself.

 

I couldn’t ignore it if I wanted to. This sort of painful evolution going on in me. And though my gut instinct is to try to keep it at bay, there’s this part of me that understands why I have to see it through. Because this whole process was what God had intended all along.

 

All of it.

 

Technique Highligh:

 

No real special techniques though here’s a bit of info: The butterflies were made using old books, documents and butterfly punches. The edges are inked just a bit with light blue ink. The flower paper is also from an old book.

 

 

Thank you so much Karen; we’re so very very honored.

 

 


Here are some interpretations of the catalyst from members of our team.

 

Wendela:

Wendela Says:

What makes me laugh is…SPRING!!! The young animals, flowers, spring green leaves, my chickens with eggs…I love spring, and it makes me laugh, and
it warms my heart!

 

 


Karen:

Karen Says:

Family is the one thing that makes me laugh more than anything else in my life. One of the original reasons I picked my husband was his great sense of humor and ability to make me laugh. I am not that easily amused and don’t tend to have a good sense of humor so any man who can make me laugh is a keeper in my book. Not to mention the little boy who is so funny, so sweet and cute that the wonderful man and I managed to bring to this world…

 

Why is this in a binder?

 

Technique highlight:

 

This is inspired by an old art journal page by Ali Edwards. It uses two chipboard pieces that I put down before I painted the whole page and then the white and silver sections are created by melting wax. Of course it doesn’t do justice to the original but it was fun to play with and it did make me smile.

 

 


Severine:

 

Severine Says:

Life makes me laugh, it can also make me cry. Sometimes the situations are so funny that I find them hilarious.

 

In French:

La vie me fait rire, comme elle peut aussi me faire pleurer. Des fois les situations sont tellement cocasses que s’en ai hilarant.

 

 


Lia:

Lia Says::

My nephews bring so much joy in my life. Durrani at almost-3 years, is a cheeky boy in all sense of the word. He’s got such a cute face with twinkling mischievous eyes that melt my heart in an instant! Ordinary going-ons that he does, from singing along to his favorite youtube videos, reciting his ABCs and even how he bullies his younger brother make me laugh. This cutie tries hard to make us happy by continuing doing what we think is hilarious, but really, he doesn’t have to. Just seeing him makes my heart soar.

 

 


Kimmi:

 

Journaling Reads:

The two of you always know how to make me laugh.

 

 


Opal:

 

Opal Says:

My grandchildren make me laugh: seven boys and one girl, each with a unique sense of humor. I can be in the worst mood ever, and yet, any one of them can make me laugh with a funny story, a ‘knock-knock’ joke, or any number of other little things that they do.

 

 


Lucy:

 

Lucy Says:

My daughter has the most infectious laugh that always makes me want to join her. She has brought so much joy to my life. In this layout, I think the photo captures her hilarity perfectly!! I have journaled some of the jokes that she loves to tell around the layers and edge of the page.

 

 


Dedra:

 

Journaling Reads:

the funny things you do Shelby….makes your sister laugh…. the silly faces you make Ellie….before I know what’s happening you both are making me laugh with you…. 4.2009

 

 


 

Now it’s your turn: show us your therapeutic art around “What makes you laugh?” I urge you to give it a try. This was a particularly healing catalyst for our team, I hope it will prove to be that way for you, too. Embrace the healing power of art. It can be any form of art as long as it speaks to you.

 

Leave us comments with your work and you will qualify for the RAK we offer to a random participant. If you don’t have a community or blog where you upload photos, you can upload them on our flickr group.

 

 

Remember, this is not a competition. If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won.

 

Until next week, enjoy each and every moment.

 

 



Catalyst Fifty-Six
April 5, 2009, 7:24 am
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As always, thank you to all of our visitors and all the encouraging comments you left for us. For those of you who did, thank you for playing along with us.

 

Ok! Here’s catalyst number fifty-six:

 

Create art around a mistake. The bigger the more therapeutic.

 

We’re so excited to have Jennifer Johner as this week’s Guest Artist.

 

A friend of mine recommended that I look into Jennifer’s art and see if she might be interested in being a guest designer.

 

When I pulled up her gallery at twopeas, I was instantly hooked. Her bold, colorful, and happy style pulled me in immediately and made me wish I knew her in person. Jennifer has been a garden girl at Two Peas in a Bucket since 2005 and has designed for several manufacturers. She’s also in the process of finishing up her first online class at 2 Peas, called ‘Sew Scrappy Happy’ which is all about incorporating sewing into scrapbooking projects.

 

If you’ve never seen her art, be prepared to feel happy immediately when you check out her blog.

 

 

 

 

Here is Jennifer’s art with this week’s catalyst. You can click on it to see a larger version with more detail.

 

 

 

Jennifer Says:

Just be you. Seems simple enough right? Well, quite a few years ago now.. I lost sight of that. Somehow, someway.. it happened. I was not the person I knew that I could be. The worst part is, I didn’t fully realize it until I had already began to make the changes that I needed to make to get back on track, and just be me. I made the changes for other reasons… not a conscious effort to be ‘me’.. through those changes, I realized just how ‘not me’ I actually was before! Every now and then I still need a gentle reminder to just be myself.. not the person I think others think I should be. I can be quirky.. I can be silly.. I can be creative… I can do all those and more each and every day! Just be me. Don’t forget who I really am ever ever again. My mistake.. one I never want to make again!

 

Journaling Reads:

Don’t forget who you are ever again… I’ve done it once and I will make darn sure I never ever do it again. It is not a good feeling to loose sight of who you really are… I am going to continue to do the things that I love and the things that make me happy. There is no perfect version of me that I have to strive to become. Just be myself.

 

 

Thank you so much Jennifer; we’re so very delighted.

 

 


Here are some interpretations of the catalyst from members of our team.

 

Wendela:

Wendela Says:

My layout is called “learning from your mistakes.” On the picture you can see my little son, who is learning to read, again and again the same words. Sometimes, he makes a little mistake, or is hesitating about the right letter. It’s so sweet, and I think he’s learning from his mistakes.

 

 


Karen:

Karen Says:

Since I am the kind of person to harp on little things for hours, days, sometimes months, I try to think hard before I make decisions to minimize the possibility of making a mistake. I am happy to say I have relatively few regrets in my life. One of the very few happened a couple of years ago. I quit my job on Wall Street to join Teach For America which is a nonprofit program where you teach at under-resourced schools. I taught fifth grade at a school in the South Bronx in New York. My regret is not quitting my job but it’s quitting Teach For America before fulfilling my two-year commitment. When I quit my job, I firmly believed that TFA was my path in life. I wanted to do it for two years and then move on to starting my own nonprofit and making the world a better place. So much so that at some point, I even felt the importance of improving education in the United States so strongly that I was surprised more people weren’t prioritizing their life accordingly. After several months of struggling, failing, crying, trying more and failing more, I finally gave up and quit. To this day, it’s something I regret. I know that it was the right decision on many levels but it’s still something I regret and consider a mistake.

 

Why is this in a binder?

 

Technique highlight:

 

 

Since reading Kelly Rae Roberts’ book Taking Flight, I’ve been meaning to try my hand at polymer clay. I took this week’s catalyst as the opportunity to do so. I created a door to represent the new stage of my life TFA was at the time and wrote the words “believe” on the bottom since that was the strongest emotion I felt at the time: a solid sense of belief that this was the right next step for me in life. I then painted the clay and put it in the oven to bake. As it turned out, I overestimated the amount of time it needed to cook, so I burned it and a part of it got distorted. Right before I was going to throw it out, I decided it was an even better fit for my catalyst. As I started teaching, my belief and faith in this opportunity and what it represented got all bent out of shape and distorted so I decided this burned clay only reinforced my theme.

 

 


Severine:

 

Severine Says:

“Oops” it’s a word who be a second nature for me. I’m totally dizzy and i make mistakes all time. For example : break the TV, burn brand new costume of my daughter with an iron, or make an horrible stain on the new work plans for the kitchen.

 

In French:

“Oups” c’est une seconde nature chez moi, comme je suis “un peu” étourdie, il m’arrive souvent de faire de grosses “boulettes” comme de casser la télévision, ou encore de brûler le déguisement tout neuf de Z en le repassant ou bien de faire une énorme tâche sur le tout nouveau plan de travail de la cuisine.

 

 


Larissa:

Larissa Says::

In the circus ring of life, I act my mistakes…This is the story of all the times where I embarrassed myself, felt exposed and ridiculous. It’s also the story of more serious mistakes repeated along my childhood, adolescence and maturity; mistakes which have an origin on the need of social acceptance, of being loved and in my traumas. It’s the story of a cyclic feminine life and full of insecurities, oscillations, shame and blames.
It’s a story I’ve never told before…

 

 


Kimmi:

 

Kimmi Says:

No one is perfect. I know that I am far from it. I’ve made so many mistakes throughout my life that I probably couldn’t list them in a 300 page notebook. One of my greatest is not taking opportunities when they were once available to me. I’ve always tried to be a strong person and make wise decisions, but deep down inside, I feel very weak. I’ve always feared the consequences of risky situations. I’ve always steered clear of taking chances in situations in which the outcome was uncertain. So for me, my greatest mistake is not taking that chance. I’ve learned to live with these mistakes. I’ve learned that it is okay to be imperfect. Okay to make mistakes.

 

Technique Highlight:

 

 

For this catalyst, I wanted to make a canvas to hang in my bedroom. I started with a canvas, that I paint a teal blue color. I then added several layers…using torn paper from a dictionary, patterned paper, some mesh, lace ribbon, punched and hand cut shapes from patterned paper, and a doily. I painted over them layer by layer, adding bits and pieces as I mixed in some greens and a pale yellow that would match my decor in my room. After my paint dried and I achieved the look that I wanted, I stamped some rings using the bottom of a spray bottle with Tim Holtz distressing ink and stamped the word “imperfect” along the bottom.

 

 


 

Now it’s your turn: show us your therapeutic art around “Create art around a mistake. The bigger the more therapeutic.” I urge you to give it a try. This was a particularly healing catalyst for our team, I hope it will prove to be that way for you, too. Embrace the healing power of art. It can be any form of art as long as it speaks to you.

 

Leave us comments with your work and you will qualify for the RAK we offer to a random participant. If you don’t have a community or blog where you upload photos, you can upload them on our flickr group.

 

 

Remember, this is not a competition. If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won.

 

Until next week, enjoy each and every moment.

 

 




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