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in which i am being busy, hot and other excuses

Whooo Whee it is hot!  It is always around this time of year that I wonder why the heck I still live in Texas!   With temps usually well into the 100’s, I really have had the attack of the “I Don’t Wanna’s”.   Yet, I am still doing tons of other stuff besides blogging and painting.  Can’t complain too much though.  Life is full and rich and I fully admit that I can’t do everything.  Although, I will give it a dang good try!   I will get  back into the swing of all things Wenderflonia soon, but there is quite a bit on the plate at the moment. Therefore, be patient sweet readers (or reader…thanks Mom), as this is a really busy time of the year for me.    On top of being a super fabulous artist of mystery, I am also a stay at home mom of 2.  This week was super busy because it was birthday time for the shiny, new teenager and the wee one just turned a feisty 5 months old.  The new school year is also upon us and I will be doing all the dreaded back to school things next week.  Somewhere between trying to not let the house fall down around us in a flaming mess and keeping up with the kiddos, I will somehow find time to paint and then tell you all about it…..Next week…. In the mean time, here are a few shots of this weeks fun.

Ok it was just an excuse to post adorable pictures of my babies and the deserts….oh the cake and cupcakes….yumm

Peace and Love

Wenders

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have art, will travel

Last year was the year I woke up from the cloudy, fuzzy existence I had  been living in for a long long time.  Actually, I believe I’ve lived in this fog most of my life, with occasionally moments of clarity, but last year was an eye opener.  Without running down the entire list of last year’s event’s, one of the most important was the day that an old friend asked me to paint her a painting and said she would even PAY me.  WOW!  I blogged about starting such a scary task (here and here).  This quickly started a whole chain of events that led to many paintings and commission jobs that are now proof that I AM a real artist.  One commission in particular has/is/was a joy to do.  This huge painting has also been hanging on my wall  until the “client”, a.k.a. best childhood pal Stacy, and I could get together in person.  Stacy is, btw, super awesome, fabulous, owns and operates her very successful company, and is a very busy lady.  I never minded one bit that we have had to put off several meetings, because I got to hang her beautiful paining on my wall.  This has been since  October. (see past blog  here, here and here ).  I have stared at this painting many times and felt inspired and blessed that I get to live my dream.

Fast forward and sappy stuff aside,  the time has finally come to deliver the painting I have now christened  “The Eleventh Hour”.  I am so excited to take a business trip to San Antonio close to where Stacy lives.  And by business trip I mean my favorite aunt and I are having a girlie get-away weekend full of Riverwalking, Art Gallery’ing, Shopping and Fun Time Having Weekend…all tax deductible, I am sure.  We will meet my “client” for possibly a delicious lunch or something, and see if she is kidnappable…errr…wants to tag along.  Regardless, I am super excited about this weekend as it has been a long time since I’ve had a fun “get out of town” weekend.  Baby J gets to tag along too.   I don’t mind; he doesn’t eat much.

I know many of you who already know about it are also anxious to have this painting finally delivered since I won’t post a picture until it is in her hands.  Until then… here is the last sneak peek…

Wenderflonia and Company will be invading San Antonio soon.  Be afraid people.  Very afraid!

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Vulnerable

Guess what my greatest fear is?  Will you secretly make fun of me for this? Will this make me seem silly or lame?  Can you see my flaws?

In a world of dreaming she could be anything she wanted to be.  She was a dancer once and the crowd soaked up her every move.  “How brilliant!”, they all agreed.

The DreamWeaver  is the master of her dreams.  He stirs the clouds into worlds of dreaming.  The DreamWeaver helps her feel wanted and alive.  He gives her wishes.  He validates the fears. He knows her well because he has been with her since the beginning.

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in a distant land

In a land so distant and away, her dreams were left to fly.  Ready to arise in their own due time.

For now, her blankets are so soft with hopes yet risen. In the cracks of these moments is where her belief might appear.

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in the shadows of dreaming

It’s a story about a girl who battles shadows.   Sometimes the shadows whisper words of  encouragement and strength.  Sometimes they whisper defeat and chaos.

Nevertheless, It takes a brave girl to go forth and stride through the shadows of uncertainty and look for her purpose.

The dreams are coming in at a crashing rate.   Too heady to fully interpret; yet they feel real, collective and meaningful.

The Dream Weaver pays no mind.

So the story goes.

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Run Ragged but in a Hopeful Place

I am running myself ragged.  Going to bed at 2am and still not feeling like I am getting anything done is getting old.  Recently, I canned a few jars of grape jelly and the first batch didn’t quite set firmly enough.  The jelly was still fabulous anyway.  I feel like unset jelly….errrr which reminds me, I need to add “joining a gym” to my list ASAP…..

Funny thing is, I still feel as if I am in a hopeful place.  I feel the perpetual tug forward.  I feel the excitement of what’s to come next, of which I haven’t a clue.  At least I am not sitting still.   Anyone else in this place?

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The Aftermath

These are some of my favorite shots from the 4th of July.

And then there were the Patriot Daisies.  Because spray painting flowers for capital gain is what America is all about!