Day Two, Making it Work

hiking trail on Catalina


Some days the creativity comes galloping like a unicorn snorting rainbows and some days it doesn’t (that would be today). I try to be as productive as possible during the less inspired hours, with tasks like building up collage bases or painting intermediate glazes on pieces that have been waiting for me to remember them.

These are a couple of 8×10″ canvases that I think will eventually be pages in this fall’s Art Prayer Journal.

Art Projgress Sept 25


Today was doubly nourishing: lunch with a favorite friend along with an awesome meal at Seasons 52 in La Jolla (where they make me a great vegan meal and then actually remember to not dump cheese on it before serving) and then a healthy dinner at home, even though it’s Friday night and happy hour was calling.

Dinner was a giant tray of random roasted veggies with balsamic vinegar, thyme and a little maple syrup; and “cheezy bean balls” (gotta love the name) from this recipe on with ranch dressing. A few weeks ago I discovered how easy it is to make vegan ranch and it now frequently shows up on my plate. I like this recipe at for a base – it also has a feature that recalculates the ingredient amounts based on how much dressing you want to end up with. I adjust the seasonings as I go and I don’t use soy milk so I replace that with other non-dairy milk, or even water in a pinch. It’s a pretty fool-proof recipe.

roasted vegs and chickpea balls


I’m struggling for new sparks to keep the inspiration going and make the days feel cheerful. Books usually help, and I’m re-reading Phil Cousineau’s “The Art of Pilgrimage” for about the dozenth time. Here’s the paragraph that’s with me this evening:

“We thirst at first. – Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson knew well the tidal pulls of creative desire. She made daily pilgrimages to sacred places in her imagination, renewing herself with each recognition of her creative needs. Thirst, hunger, the yearning for touch – the metaphors are countless. Thoreau suggests that the longing may be the stirrings of remorse that we are not living up to our potential: “We do not commonly live our life out and full; we do not fill all our pores with our blood; we do not inspire and expire fully and entirely enough… We live but a fraction of our life. Why do we not let on the flood, raise the gates, and set all our wheels in motion?” (Phil Cousineau, “The Art of Pilgrimage”)

Good words to sit with tonight.