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Left Brain + Right Brain = My Blog
This blog is chock full of joyful drawings and a few musings on personal branding, startups, creativity and being a beacon.
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"I adore your doodles... I swear looking at those bunnies lowers my blood pressure, calms my mind and makes me smarter. Who needs meditation when there are bunnies?"
~Caitlín Mowbray - Meditation Teacher, Astrologer and Soul Provocateur
Daily Archives: April 27, 2019
Mixed media #art The Bunny Cuddler
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[iframe width=”612″ height=”710″ frameborder=”0″ scrolling=”no” allowtransparency=”true” src=”https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwwpxmug0Z8/embed/”][/iframe] Me and @gdaebfc are all setup at Blue Heron Nature Preserve!! Come on out, it’s a beautiful day! Lots of art and activities!! We’re here until 2pm 😊👍❤️ @bhnpatlanta @sallyepp #earthday #art #atlanta #atl #atlarts #atlartist #atlantaartist #naturepreserve #narureart #bunnies #love #familyfun
It’s a wonderful thing to sell a drawing or a painting, but every once in a while at an art market someone will buy one of my poetry magnets and I have to say it is an amazing feeling. To have a stranger read your inner thoughts and say yeah, I want to keep those words with me even though by reading they have already consumed them, it really is a helluva thing. A deep sense of being acknowledged. It’s pure nourishment. Anyway, I am deeply grateful to the couple who today chose to purchase a copy of this poem to make it a part of their own private landscape. I stare at the sun instead of watching where I’m going I watch the light of my dreams so bright that I’m blind as the night twinkle twinkle I see so clearly every orbit but never the satellite that blindsides me So I wink back at every flirty star I whisper their names the ones they gave each other before eternity made her plans I wonder where my feet are or where they will be tomorrow when I dance behind my door or in front of yours in the morning I taste the grass and Earth in my bruised teeth I stubbed my toe on the moon again should have watched where I was going —- By Doodleslice #poem