Monday, 4 August 2014

A Wonderful Disaster

You know, one of the toughest things about my profession is being a mother at the same time. Sometimes combining the two seems almost impossible to do, and most days, frustration hangs above my head like a stubborn migraine. That alone, I won't conceal.

If you ask me what sort of things I have to deal with, I think I can tell you a million and one stories that have made me kicked and screamed inside. Tears are very often involved, and there were even times when I found myself in a downward spiral. Exhaustion is always the biggest issue. And you know how badly things can go when you are sleep deprived. Add in the all the bickering, the shouting and a ton of house chores to do, then you end up with a sour and cranky mommy artist. Think of my poor, poor husband. :)

This particular drawing, for example, has a story of its own. Like many of my stories, it started with a lovely day and I was all excited to start working on a new idea that popped into my head the night before. As I worked happily, music blasting away, ignorant of my surroundings, I got up and turned away from the table for a couple of minutes. And when I turned back, my two year old son was already on my chair, a sharp pencil in his hand and a huge smile on his face. He had left scratches here and there on my drawing and I remember feeling the blood drained away from my body as I saw it. Two hours work, ruined. Just like that. I wanted to tear my hair out and on the verge of throwing away the drawing. I had big plans and by then I couldn't even look at it. So I took a deep breath, let it out and walked out of the studio.

Half an hour later, I came back, ready to face the catastrophe. I grabbed my "tools" and started Operation Detour. It was time for a change of plan. I spent the next couple of hours drawing, shading, smudging and scratching like never before. Everything I imagined about this drawing was gone and I was surprised to see how it was shaping into. Something new, something very different.

In the end, I must say, I found great satisfaction and utter peace as I looked at my drawing. I pushed myself far enough to do something out of my comfort zone and I owe it all to my little boy. I suppose circumstances took control that day and I'm glad I didn't completely lost my head and threw away the drawing. It's something I'm still training myself to do, with three growing children, I'm sure it's going to be a long process.

So the moral of the story? Always remember to keep check with your surroundings when working, never underestimate a curious two year old with super fast hands, and above all, stay calm in every studio-child related disaster. Remember all that, and I think we'll survive. :)

Much love,

PS: No child was harmed during the making of this drawing. Only a little stunned when his mommy let out a scream after seeing his "masterpiece'. The drawing was sold a few days later, so it was a happy ending after all. :)

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Happy Workaholic

Keeping busy has always been the best remedy to help me get through tough times. I'm sure many of you would agree. If there's one positive side of being a workaholic, I think it's the chance to put aside all the tangles in your head and channel your energy into do something useful instead. Not that I'm a workaholic, of course (Ha! LOL :D)

Anyway, here are some positive results I achieved after the joyful hours of labor...

These are are now available in my shop, Whimsylandia. And to add a little bit of sunshine to the end of my hard work, I'm having a SALE with 20% discount on ALL ITEMS! For those of you who always plan ahead with your Christmas gifts, then this would be a great time to start. And that's not all... I will include a little surprise with each purchase until the sale ends at the end of the month! I'm sure that will bring a cheer to all of us. :)

Well, I hope you're working hard and enjoying yourself in the same time. There's nothing more satisfying than ending the day with a job well done.


Friday, 6 June 2014

The Storm

My dear lovelies,

I can't even begin to apologize for being away far too long from blogging. So much have happened in the last couple of months that I've been having difficulties trying to put everything down into words. I kept coming here to start writing, but failed at every attempt. The truth is, something happened that suddenly put a halt to my life altogether. My father had a heart attack and had to be hospitalized.

Yes. I know too well about the pain of losing the one you love, even more the pain of overcoming the loss. I must say that even the thought of it could leave my heart broken into little pieces, which was exactly how it was when my father was ill. I just kept thinking, what if?, what would I do then? Of course, all I could do was pray, be there for him and hoped that everything would be all right at the end.

I spent most of my time visiting him, and when I came home, I worked like a zombie, trying to put aside all the worries and horrible thoughts that occupied my head. My work is the only remedy I know for troubled times. In the past, I have tried turning my back on ugly situations and pretended that my heart would be better off if my head would try to rationalize things. But the truth is, I'm not that type of person. I can't suppress my emotions and block them with logic. Instead, I embrace everything, breathe them in and let them live in me. Dangerous, I know, but it's the only way I know of enduring.

I'm just relieved and glad that my father survived the storm. The experience left my heart bleeding, but the wound will make me stronger and braver at the end. Eventually.

Much love,