Who would ever guess that I would cut up my first major painting titled "Metamorphosis'.
I decided it was time for my painting to have a metamorphosis of its own- evolving into many new "lives" of artwork! My original painting represented the artist in me slowly emerging. It was here that I originally posted about it , and its meaning to me.

The painting was part of my entry in Seth Apter's Buried Treasure Collaboration which you can see here. I've cut out some of my favorite components ( below) and others which you can see in new paintings I am in the process of creating - experimenting with techniques for varying backgrounds, textures and layering.
Here is the first painting in this new series that's in process.
Here is another piece in the works - created from my original hummingbird
( made of leather) with a new background of acrylics, stamped images and gorgeous butterflies from Alicia of Altered Bits which I copied onto old "sheet music".
I've also reworked mypoem written for the Buried Treasure Collaboration to express the continued changes within myself.
Found
I love that smile place in my heart
Where every moment’s vision is shining,
When I want more of everything.
When I want more of everything.
When time is too short for each second that goes by.
Where colors are brilliantly vivid
Where colors are brilliantly vivid
And I want to capture every moment -
By holding on tight
To every exciting captivating vision in sight.
When I become filled with energy, creativity and everything seems new.When there’s so much stimulus surrounding me that I can barely take it all in.
When that magical inner peace is here.
I love it when my body is still and quiet
Enabling me to find my own voice, soul and body's dynamic.
Now empowered to fly
To the limitless places of the dreams I have
In no defined way-
Finding the place where I'm free-
Finding the place where I'm free-
Traveling like a "forever" butterfly.
Exploring, exploding creativity,
Emitting electricity,
In a continuous state of synchronicity
I find my own reciprocity.
And this new state
Is what I now call home.






















Even as the other trees lose their leaves, Grandma Willow holds her own - in all her glory waiting for the silence of winter to materialize. 

































































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