Patti Edmon Artist

My next post will be on a redesigned page that reflects an amazing journey since I last blogged - in early 2015!  I believe with all my heart that we are always 'in-process' and possess infinite creativity, but I haven't always felt that way. I recently uncovered the perplexing switch that allows monkey mind, fear and resistance to block the journey to becoming as complex, complete and evolved as possible. Can't quite put my finger on it (bad pun), when exactly I began painting without pause, without question, and thankfully without that nasty, clingy critic rambling in my head. OK, I still hear it occasionally but can shut it up and listen to my studio music instead.  I've come to realize that those whiny voices aren't real, that self-doubt can be overcome and that my insatiable love for the creative process has paid off. I am ready to send my work out into the world. If you know me you know that I'm not one to boast or call false attention to my...

I've resisted the digital playground, maybe because it seems like a galaxy within the galaxy of art. Like I might fall into a black hole and never pick up another paint brush - ha. I have, though, been taking photographs for decades (spent thousands of hours printing my own medium format black & whites in the days before children:) and my fascination with images remains embedded in my creative heart. I've taken a Susan Tuttle (extraordinaire) digital workshop, have a couple of books and adore so much of the work I see, whether it be collage or blog banner. Having a chronic illness does make working on the computer ideal but it took a disabled scanner, sewing machine 'issues' and a major roadblock at the art table for me to play with a couple of images. I am one of those who travel on a path and often freeze when I reach the wide open space. Most unfortunate. It's as though I have visions that I can't quite see, or I've learned enough to be dangerou...

Some people have the knack. I don't, but wish I did. My husband's aunt, a former New York jazz singer, definitely has it in spades. When she moved here to be closer to her sister (my mother-in-law), two sons and one grandchild (and us:), she found a one room house for rent on a farm in the middle of lots of other farms. What might look like a big empty space took on an aura of charm once she took over. She's managed to create one of the most fabulous homes I've seen. I'm always amazed by the many faces of creativity - music, art, writing, cooking and decorating. Before Gail this was a concrete walk with a plain door (which she stained). She transformed the entrance, where my son hung out, into a quaint garden laden with flowers... they're everywhere you look - planted in the ground, in pots, on vines, and window boxes, a talent I wish I had; unfortunately, I have a brown thumb (raw umber:) Along with the lake - my absolute favorite place - I love being in the ...

Some of us can't keep up with the essentials this time of year, let alone creating a virtual encyclopedia of tricks, techniques and handy ideas. If you don't know about Seth Apter's Secret Sunday, it's time. This is the fifth Sunday that he's posted a veritable wealth of info from artists of all media and style - with the previous weeks' treasures posted on his sidebar. The blogs I've visited in the past hour(s) are brimming with creative works that make me long for a trip to the studio. Everyone seems so productive. I have been busy up there, finishing the commission of journals, projects in various stages that I hope will be wrapped up by Wednesday. Not a lot to show off though... hmmm, I posted a photo of the wreath on the front door, now maybe the fab swag I made to drape over the mantle? Or the sled I salvaged from a junk shop and embellished with pine cones and greenery... wait, I think Martha does that. And believe me, I am NO Martha (if she even is t...