Not Bored

As you may know, I have been tweaking my website.

There is an awful lot of advice for creatives on how to do this. 

I try to listen to all of the advice and then send it through the what-feels-right-to-me filter.

One bit of advice I have been putting off is migrating my Blogger blog to my website to avoid having viewers exit my website with the possibility of never returning.

There are many reasons why I didn't want to give up my blog, Bristol Bored that I have had since 2008, .

Sentimentality, loyalty, fear of new things are among the reasons I hesitate.

The biggest reason I didn't want to switch is I don't want to lose my freedom to experiment, to fail.

So I kept my blog neatly off of my nice, pretty, new website, like the pristine living room that only company is allowed to sit in. Well, if you have ever been to my house you know that I don't have one of those rooms.

So without further ado:

Welcome to my new blog!

I hope my Blogger followers will join me over here along with some new subscribers. I do appreciate your support and attention over the years. Sometimes one kind comment is enough to keep me moving forward.

I am going to keep Bristol Bored up for now but I'm not going to migrate the content over there.

Here is the link to the new blog: http://moiraswiatkowski.com/blog/

I hope to see you over there.

Thanks again for the support, 

Moira

Moonlighting

identical

School is back in session.

This means more daylight studio time is in my future.

Until then I can draw by the light of the moon and electric lights, not too late though.

I've got to get those kids on the bus in the morning.

Get in the Game

tall

September is so close.

I've been keeping up my training over the Summer.

I'm ready to start the new season.*

*as long as I get to go swimming in the ocean just a few more times.

Ready

A few years back, before I got interested in illustration as a career choice I was a painter.

I still am a painter, only now I use pixels instead of pigment.

This is one of my paintings.

Ready 18x24 acrylic on canvas

Thinking About It  24x36 acrylic

Here is another one of my paintings from that time period.

This one was donated to the Friends of the Library for a fundraiser that took place earlier this Summer.

One day when I was on my lunch break, I checked my email on my phone. I noticed that I had a message from Cape Cod Magazine asking to use a photo of my painting in the next edition

(I didn't scroll to the bottom of the email). What I did was quickly reply, "Sure, let me know what you need." and went back to work.

When I got home I re-read the email and scrolled to the bottom to discover that they weren't talking about the library fundraiser. They were talking about using the a photo of the painting, "Ready" to be paired with an excerpt from Sara Pennypacker's new book, "The Summer of the Gypsy Moths".

What?

I knew about the new book because I had seen the beautiful cover by Julia Denos on her blog.

I remember my own "Summer of the Gypsy Moths "and I am excited to read it, along with my daughter.

Umm, OK.

I asked that the editors mention that I was represented by the W.H.Lutz Gallery in Harwichport and sent them the file with a photo of the painting.

This week (at a family party, no less) my parents had gotten a hold of the magazine.

When I painted this I had no idea that I would be interested in pursuing a career in illustration and children's literature.

But now, I am, "Ready".

Crowny

It was early enough in the morning that I still had my robe on. I was downstairs packing the backpacks when my daughter walked into the kitchen.

She had a concerned look on her face.

She said I had to come with her. She put her little hand in mine and led me upstairs to her bedroom, to the fish bowl.

Crowny the fish had swum his last swim.

I gave my little girl a hug. She had tears in her eyes. She knew.

I had about forty-five minutes to get my daughter, my son and myself fed, dressed, teeth brushed, bags packed and out the door for daycare and work. 

Now I had to squeeze in grief counseling and a funeral.

I'm not sure how but we all made it out to the garden less than an hour later with the jewelry store coffin in hand and only a few minutes over schedule.

I dug a shallow grave next to Fred the fish's resting place. I gently put the box in under the topsoil and mulch. I placed a good size granite rock over the patted down grave. 

Dressed in office clothes with shovel in hand I said a prayer.

"Thank you, God for letting us have Crowny in our lives.

He was a strong, brave fish that made us happy to look at.

Thank you for Crowny's beautiful colors.

Amen."

This is the kind of thing that is not in the books on parenting that you get at your baby shower.

These are the kind of things that parenting is all about.

Endless Summer

freeze

I've heard a lot of complaints about our record hot Summer here in the U.S.

I'm not ready to give up Summer.

I'm not done swimming in the ocean.

I haven't gone out for ice cream enough.

I haven't been to P'town yet.

I haven't had enough company or cookouts.

I wish those who are suffering the drought and high temperatures a break.  How about temps in the low eighties with occasional rain?

Doesn't that sound good?

Please, for just a while longer.

Constellations

bounce

My husband and I love the Olympics.

We like to monopolize the one television.

"Mom, can I watch TV?"

"Sure, I think Dad is in there watching the women's soccer semi-finals. Why don't you join him?"

"Ugh, I guess I'll go read instead."

Win, Win

I find the whole thing very inspiring.
Cheesy moments and all.

I know there is still poverty and war.

But if that teenager or double-amputee or forty-year-old can achieve what we didn't think was humanly possible then I can surely get to work pursuing my own dreams.

Cue iinspiring music as I jog up the stairs to the art studio.

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow

lonely

Sam - "Suzy, I love you, but you have no idea what you're talking about."


This was the quote that stuck in my head after seeing the movie, Moonrise Kingdom.


Sam was replying to Suzy who had just stated that she wished she was an orphan because all of her favorite characters in her books were orphans.


I thought this moment was a clever way to acknowledge the overuse of orphan characters in children's literature in the context of a movie about an orphan character.


I highly recommend you go see it in the theater while you can.

Back to the Future

carry

The past few weeks have got me thinking about finding the delicate balance between planning for the future and living in the moment.

Today I had a full day (a rare thing in the summer) in the art studio which has me craving more.  

I must figure out how to get there.

In the meantime I am savoring all the (many) good things in my life.

This week's Illustration Friday word reminded me of this Ryan Montbleau song.

Get Out the Map

lost

Happy Summer!

It has been a couple of weeks since I've posted.

That's because it is Summer!

In our neck of the woods this is the time for more of everything.

More work.

More play.

More food.

More family.

More friends.

More drink.

More sunshine.

More swimming.

More ice cream.

The only thing there is not more of is time in the art studio.

However, arty things have been popping up like flowers that I planted in the Spring.

I was a featured illustrator over at the fabulous Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast Blog.

I donated a painting for a fundraiser at my local library.

Another painting got the interest of a local magazine.

I added some more images to Fine Art America.

I updated my website.

And I did some watercolor painting with my five-year-old niece.

Here's to more.