Tag Archives: Art


THE hardest thing sometimes can be….starting. You have your creative idea come to you (love that moment) but then sometimes…THAT’S FRICKEN IT!…for a day or week or month or five.  Those muse-killing mean witches, This, That and Otherthing and their black cat Inertia keep appearing, throwing bats in your face and spraying you with smelly freeze-mist.
There really is no other solution…you have to fight them off or they will turn you into a statue and pigeons will poop on your head for eternity.
I know myself ( I am the Queen of Pro, Crasti and Nation) that settling to task can be easier said, but the feeling of relief once you get past the settling and have jumped the lilly-pad to doing…is one of the best feelings in the world for Creatives…you can breathe again…you are doing what you were born to do.
So many times I have painted something, worked on it for hours or days…then I have grabbed the biggest knarliest black permanent marker I can find and I have scribbled all over it, drawn a beard on a woman, or written ‘crapsh@#$!tmother*&^#’ all over the canvas. Sometimes I have taken the said canvas and put it in ‘The Mortuary’ – a closet for canvasses that died tragically during the creative process and unfortunately what I was creating at the time died too….conveniently…I mean…accidentally….R.I.P Lameo Attempto…
These random acts of defacing always manage to offend, anger and disturb those nearest and dearest to me….said people then try to do ridiculously inappropriate things like break into ‘The Mortuary’ and attempt to bring back the dead, then in the next breath…”How…why would you do thiiiiissss???” they exclaim shocked and wide-eyed. I just stare back cold-heartedly.  Eventually they catch my drift and back away usually whispering “murderer”…or the like.  Yeaah…they dont get it…I mean it’s gorgeous that THEY can see the potential in it, but at some point ‘I’ decided it was….a short-circuiting piece of not-today-thankyou.
It is however important to honour your initial Universe-given idea by supporting it until it is made-manifest…eventually anyway. Again, going back to that moment that the idea first made itself known to you and you were so delighted that it was there on your imaginations doorstep that you let it in and shared a pot of introductory tea with it..then you started dancing with the idea, then it stepped on your toes, so you forgave it but then when it called-in the next day and you gave it tea again… it threw up on your new Balinese mat so you wrestled it to the floor and drew a beard on its face then told it to “GET OUT…before I run at you with scissors!”…
To conclude (yes, I can hear you saying “please conclude Miss Moonsparkle I have toenails to trim”)…just write the first line of the song, brayer across the first thick colour of paint, write the first characters maybe-name and personality quirks, put the music on and gently move your body, sketch the dress, write your recipe…and hey…if your cake tastes like moth-balls…you can always throw it out to the birds…and if the birds won’t eat it….laugh out loud, phone someone and share that funny-as glorious creative moment anyway….
Love you Moonbeams….xxxx…
nanoo nanoo Mr Williams….xxxx and thank you for your Divine Mission…mission complete, but never forgotten.



Glitter bug

Hi glittery dust- bunnies….

Because I work with glitter….I am always covered in it. DAILY someone says “oh you have glitter on you” or they don’t say that and I will catch myself in the mirror at some point during the day and I have glitter smack-bang in the middle of my snozzle or between my eyes (mystical!) or in my hair or….other weird nook and cranny places…what the?

I have decided to give up the glitter-checking and not give a hoot…in fact I am going to own it.

I quite often have paint and glue on my clothes and hands also and I am going to own that look also.


However….I did manage to go to the supermarket with a glue-stick dangling off my pants a few months back…a small child saved me…(up until then I was enduring several glares of amusement from adults…couldn’t work it out)….

“You have glue on your bum” said the little girl giggling…of course I was mortified at finding an entire craft product at said location….jeesh… Managed to tear it off…then had to feel around in case I had made a hole in my trousers….oh and so it went on….

Got home and then went to the bathroom….looked in mirror while washing hands…glitter nose? No…Glitter forehead? Nope. Glitter hair? Nada…but close….leaf hair….I had a giant orange autumn leaf on the side of my head.  Thanks again adults, including supermarket check-out gal for informing me!

But then I thought…I have spoken to that particular check-out teen several times about my art and art in general and so maybe she just thought I was working with trees at the moment as my medium of choice?.

I am still the coolest.

I am still the coolest.

Again?…No, I don’t need to say that a third time….I got this …………………..?……………………….!




Ruby girl

…I know I know!…and well you may ask.  Look I lost my sparkle for a while…well no hold on a sec….I didn’t ‘lose’ my sparkle as such (nobody EVER loses their sparkle no matter how swampy and muddy life can get at times) it’s more like I had to go into the cave to find some new crystals to plug myself into ….I had to consult the wizard…so I had to do the yellow- brick- road- thing as we do on this road-trip called LIFE from time to time.I am now as happy as a bug that has been trapped inside that has been put outside again, without getting completely squished in the process.

I’ve arrived back in my natural environment…..happiness. I feel….different.  I am not the same.  Creativity means something else to me now to when I tippety-tapped the keyboard to you months ago. I can’t even define what it is that’s different…I am drawing pictures for  my children’s books, creating some work on canvas, throwing glitter about….but it’s like as I am going about doing these thing’s a voice is whispering in my ear…”I have an exciting secret!” and  I am like “Tell me what it is!”…like a little kid…and the voice just says “You just keep doing what you are doing…all is well for today and that’s all you need to know for the moment”…then the voice says “I need to go to the store to get laundry powder and dog food”….well no it didn’t say that I just made that last bit up…because..I’m still a dork from Ork…and thank God for my dorkiness because that side to myself has kept me going through the stinky patches of late.Yay for laughing at yourself!


Or get that person to visit or even call you on the phone who can make you laugh or at least do something to ‘clear your toxic-sad-face air’…even if you think you are not in the mood whatsoever…you NEED your energy-lifters…those people…never ever underestimate their super-powers.

Ring one today and tell him/her that you love them….ring one today if you’re low and tell them that you need them to come to you.

Creative people have soooooooooooo much stuff inside….soooo much stuff that they want to give…express…do, before they beam-up.  Soooo much sensitivity. Sometimes they can burn-out without notice. Sometimes they can ‘feel’ like nobody notices their own singular precious voice.

Save the ‘poet-of-expression’ in your life today!

Just call or call round and say “Hey dude…show me what you’ve been doing lately”.  That’s it. That’s all it takes..to charge-up a creative soul’s crystal again.

xxxx  I’ve missed you Moonbeams..lots of love to you and an almost-too-tight-hug…Trace…

Doodle me this… Doodle me that


Glitter doodle
Hi Shiny Happy People holding hands,

So above is my latest doodle with a good dose of post-doodle applied be-dazzlement…(Hey!..I’m middle aged and the nights are long ok!?)

She’s kind of Scarlett O’Hara meets Copacabana meets a milliner with a penchant for unidentified fruit-hats.  What the heck IS that?..A steroid-taking pineapple seems to have made a baby with a kumquat/ pheasant in some bio hazardous corner of my imagination.  Moving on now…

To doodle (to me) is a very subconscious act.  No rules. no limits, no pressure.

When you were a tiny child you indeed doodled with that beautiful care-free mind-set… randomly ‘drawing a picture’ is one of our first acts of primal artistic self-expression and ‘our paper’, our cute little piece of cave wall.

Throughout my pre-historic primary school year’s (1976 – 1981), I do recall that doodling was actually encouraged in certain work-books and upon your token topical-project on cardboard.  I even had one awesome teacher who would encourage doodling if we were too tired, too wired, too hot, too cold, too distracted…pretty much every other day! Loved him.  He would always meticulously go through our doodles and marvel and nod, smiling at our individual uncoiled expressions, then he would hang them up with peg’s on The Doodle Line or we could put them in our doodle folder or take them home.  This activity always realigned the flow, calmed fizzy minds, set us free and made the class cohesive once again. Fifteen minutes of…no rules, no limits, no pressure…it worked wonders. And here’s the thing…not one kid didn’t want to do it, or said ‘I don’t know what to draw’….ever.

Years back when phones were fat and clunky and when they rang  ‘Ring Ring!’ instead of ‘My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard’….a message pad and pen would sit dutifully beside the telephone.  Actual messages could be found (eventually) a-midst a plethora of hearts, skulls, butterflies, stars, flowers, stick-men. The residents of the household’s names…full names..styled everywhichway 20 times over and…goodness gracious…snails…my Mother had an obsession with snail infestations.

If I was talking to a chum on the phone about perhaps a student in the class with a B.O issue, I might have doodled a complimentary deodorant stick to go with the…Anti-Stink-Pits…as a product brand name perhaps…?

If I was being forced to thank an elderly relative for a box of birthday handkerchiefs, I might of written…I KNOW YOU ARE OLD…BUT WE USE TISSUES NOW..(box of handkerchiefs being lowered into a grave…RIP…etc etc).

When I found out a boyfriend was two-timing me I remember drawing several furious vacuum cleaners with captions such as…YOU SUCK…ANOTHER ONE EATS MY DUST…VAMPIRES AND VACUUM CLEANERS SUCK..BUT NOT AS MUCH AS YOU DO…..DUST MITES ARE TINY AND SO IS YOUR….

Ahhh…bless…teenage angst and doodling…they need one another…

Adult creatures need to give this doodling thing another whirl…go on..all you need is a pad and a pen basically. Or you could go-to-town with multi-coloured pens and all sorts of alternative snazzy accoutrements…

Doodle with your favourite music on, candles blazing and a glass of wine…(ooooooh…romantic doodling…ooooooh), doodle while watching the TV show that you watch but don’t really watch, talking on the phone (retro), in a cafe, up a tree, at work..if you are stressed, blocked, or if you just need a floaty moment of day-dreaming.

So…scatter forth now my precious Moonbeams…get out of your head..and mindlessly doodle…because like a plate of salad greens and blowing bubbles….it’s good for you.

Love…Mamma Moonsparkle.  Kiss kiss.