tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38141990398431905882024-03-05T19:41:07.955-08:00Minutes, Hours & DaysThe Daily Journey of an Everyday ArtistVicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-91213342028269811282015-08-14T12:12:00.001-07:002015-08-14T12:12:19.475-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">So what do you do when it's a rainy afternoon</span> and work holds no appeal? If you are me, you might work in your art journal. I created a watercolor/salt background weeks ago and never finished the page. What can I say, I was uninspired. Then today I created a sweet chevron stencil on an acetate sheet using my Cricut. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Of course I needed to test my new homemade stencil and I opened to this page. Perfect! I was so pleased with my new stencil (plus I really didn't want to go back to actual work) that I kept on creating and finished the page. Now I love it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I was also moved by the quote. I don't do well with change and this year has brought some big changes. Sad changes to be sure but life goes on and I've tried my best to learn the lessons. We've all been there, right. All in all, a good what to spend a rainy afternoon.</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-54831573817922159322015-05-17T16:26:00.002-07:002015-05-17T16:26:55.294-07:00Just Be<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Is there anything better than a Sunday afternoon? Winter or summer, busy week or business as
usual. A Sunday afternoon is permission to kick back, take it easy and just be. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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any good artist</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> I try to push myself beyond my comfort zone, sometimes it works, sometimes it does and sometimes it leaves me feeling good about my talent. I gravitate
to cool colors so on this page I wanted warm colors to be featured. Things were
going pretty good then one wrong step I ruined it. My motto is always when you
have gone too far, throw more paint on it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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I did, I even added some deli paper strips and this and that and all my valiant
efforts were laughable. It was late a night, I was tired and knew I should
stop. I looked at my unfinished page and thought "This is a hot
mess".... Then I grinned because I knew how I would fix it. </span></span></div>
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all night I finished this page with hand cut letters, washi tape and yes, more
paint! While this wasn't what I had planned, I like it more. My comfort
zone is a wee bit bigger. </span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-44466573726047543452015-05-14T16:03:00.000-07:002015-05-14T16:03:02.030-07:00May She Always Be So...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">She a true original</span>, much to the chagrin of her brother. Sorry Evan, she's a bright star of happiness and joy and may she always be so. There was music playing, I don't know what but I remember music and the both of us dancing in the dinner room. The girl has some moves, let me tell you and I'm glad I grabbed the camera and got this shot. A moment that would have been forgotten and now it's mine!</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-33261271292209094892015-05-13T06:08:00.006-07:002015-05-13T06:08:55.209-07:00Awestruck and Dumbfounded<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Some a big giant size earth shaking
events that leave you awestruck and dumbfounded. But most are quiet, like the
red light that stops you from being a bad place later. Or finding what you need
on sale. You might not even notice your little miracle moment but it's there
and it didn't just happen. It was sent to you, to me, but our Heavenly Father.
I try to practice a grateful attitude and give thanks for all miracles, seen
and unseen</span></span></span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-26726750187218388752015-04-23T05:11:00.000-07:002015-04-23T05:11:37.514-07:00Dreaming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yep, I'm a dreamer</span>.... always dreaming to make things better. Always trying to do my best, choose the smart choice and find the best way. Sometimes I make it, sometimes I don't but I do dream.</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-16021598407440571452015-04-22T05:35:00.004-07:002015-04-22T05:35:49.355-07:00In the Morning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love green</span>, lush and lucious green. It speaks of life and newness and fresh starts. These leaves are tiny, about the size of a nickel and in their coating of fresh morning dew are so delicate and beautiful. They make me want to photograph them to have this sight forever. So I did.</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-20023803933640990382015-04-21T05:54:00.003-07:002015-04-21T05:54:45.890-07:00He's Growing Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">And I'm sort not happy about it.</span> Sure I want him to be normal and have a normal happy life. But a part of me wants to freeze him and keep him in this bubble of time. Sure it's the selfish part of me but I'm mature enough to admit that. Also I know it's not going to happen, he would never allow it. He is always going full speed ahead to what is before him, and of course that is the way it should be. Still I'm in no hurry.</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-67187093579326317362015-04-20T15:14:00.002-07:002015-04-20T15:14:55.292-07:00Hello Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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clematis are blooming</span></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">, we are a bit surprised by how early they arrived this year;
but happily so. As we enjoy our second spring on Red Rock Dr. I've thought
about how nice it is to have green growing things near us. It's something I
can't quite put in the words; all I know is its comforting, even Tom commented
about it today.</span> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-56602448320486496902015-04-17T06:56:00.000-07:002015-04-17T06:56:04.692-07:00It Really Does<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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saw this quote</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> and was struck by the truth of it. We can stay in our comfort
zone and let's be frank, it's a nice place to be....all safe and cozy. But it
is a bit confining. As an artist I think we can never grow if we don't push our
talent. Yes, it is hard and scary; yes we (or I) often fall short of our goals.
But falling short isn't such a bad thing is it? By trying, taking that
first step, we got past our comfort zone and that is maybe the whole point. </span></span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-21084669207546004002015-04-14T08:30:00.002-07:002015-04-14T08:30:29.072-07:00Girls Day Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maddie came along with me</span> when I got a manicure. She desparately wanted one too but I explained Ky might not have time to do her nails. She understood she might be disappointed but was mature and hopeful. Ky was able to squeeze her in and Maddie chose a teal glittery polish. It was a really nice day.</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-26472272617979659642015-04-13T04:58:00.002-07:002015-04-13T04:58:27.263-07:00Being Watched<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I've always thought pansies look like little faces</span> and it's sorta funny when they are all facing the same way. I was photographing the front of the house for a digi layout and after grabbing several shots I was on my way back to work. The porch planters are brimming with these lovlies and I thought it should get a shot of them. I love the front door in the background. Happy happy.</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-83459495513751308182015-04-10T05:56:00.000-07:002015-04-10T05:56:55.770-07:00Big Fry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Journaling explains all...</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-55467896867098451892015-04-09T08:12:00.000-07:002015-04-09T08:15:34.969-07:00Pick a Reason<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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not really sure</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> what I love about art journaling the most. It could be the color,
I can drink it in! Or the creative journey, starting with a blank white
page and ignoring those niggling murmuring doubts saying "all your talent
is gone". Maybe it's using a saved
fortune from Peking House that says exactly what I need this journal page to
say. Perhaps it’s using my pins, washi tape, stencils and pastels to create
something that has never been and never will be created ever again in the existence
of the universe. Yep, that's the one right there</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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and Tom and Evan went fishing at Thunderbird. Evan texted this picture to me
and it was noteworthy for two reasons, first it’s a breathtakingly beautiful Oklahoma sunrise and
I love that this almost 12 year old had such wonderful composition skills and a
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picture he sent me that didn’t show something strange like sticking out his
tongue or a close up of his eyeballs. Progress is wonderful! All kidding aside I love this picture, well
done Evan.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Holidays, illness, work and family distracted me from photography and journaling the everyday details of my life.
Sad but true. Now it’s spring, a time of newness and rebirth and I’m committed
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Art is a funny thing</span>, I don't just decide one day to create something with meaning and beauty. In some ways it's like giving birth, I know it's coming but I have so little say on when and how. I started a couple of journal pages and nothing was working, so I pulled out my new modeling pase and stencils. It was like climbing a mountian, not terrible hard but still effort was needed. In the end I'm in loved with this page, the color and texture are perfect. </span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-3994295244184064352014-11-06T05:35:00.003-08:002014-11-06T05:35:53.171-08:00Summer Nights<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Looking through my pictures</span> and found this shot of the sunflower fields. It was late in the day, about an hour before sunset. I adore this old tree and it's really bigger than it appears in this pictures. I guess that's the best thing about picture, they take you back to a special time. </span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-92155344274444529312014-10-23T04:50:00.002-07:002014-10-23T04:50:37.193-07:00Growing Moments<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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storm and even though we have rebuilt and are settled in a lovely home, we are
forever changed. We are scared and I doubt this situation will change ever, at
least not anytime soon. I chafe under this discomfort but no amount of “put on
a happy face” and “be thankful for your blessings” can erase the scars of what
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blackboard and can create anxiety and flight or fight response in nano seconds.
Maybe the trick is to not make too much of it and to realize it’s our new
normal but it’s not fun or pleasant by any means. I think parents of murdered
children must feel this way. A part of them is missing and can never be replaced
and for not one moment do I put myself on the pain level with a grieving parent.
And I guess it’s a universal truth, all pain hurts and all pain changes you. An
learning to live with pain is our new challenge. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that runs rampant over the prairie, new joy is born. Days are so much more.
Sunrises are more beautiful, good times are savored and cherished, grandkid
hugs are more precious that gold. We’ve learned to enjoy little things in the
moment that they happen because life is so uncertain and unguaranteed. Just because
you start the day with house and home doesn’t mean it will be there when the
sun goes down. Things and situations and sometimes even people are temporary. Enjoy
them while you can. Squeeze out every bit of joy out of each moment; leave
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God’s grace in the moment. I recently heard this phrase in that little voice
told me “you better write this down, it’s important”. We are given grace in the
moments of our deepest pain, God’s hand on our shoulder, His comfort, His
nearness. We were never alone, never lost and never forgotten. Grace has made
the difference and helped to equalize the tragedy. So maybe the pain isn’t
scars but simple growing pains, where new bone and new skin are stretching to
create more. I would like to think so.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-91039065354597244992014-10-20T03:53:00.002-07:002014-10-20T03:53:36.577-07:00One of a Kind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">This layout featured today on The Daily Digi and the October Playbook</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-91055526265838877622014-10-17T05:37:00.000-07:002014-10-17T05:37:10.181-07:00A Simple Thing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Featured on The Daily Digi today and in their October Playbook</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814199039843190588.post-33690932761628990152014-10-16T04:53:00.000-07:002014-10-16T04:53:12.359-07:00Pumpkin Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's seems the last few years </span>pumpkins have become more popular that ever. Not just physical pumpkins but also pumpkin flavors in everything from lattes to pancakes. I think it reminds us of happy childhool memories plus they are pretty and yummy!</span>Vicki Bridgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16854888975304042480noreply@blogger.com0