Furry Friend Friday

I’ve been practicing drawing some more animals and wanted to share Mr. Fox and this gentlemanly bunny with you. I’ve been experimenting with a variety of media. Happy Furry Friend Friday!


Materials: acrylic paint: colored pencil, crayon, soft pastel, pencil, patterned paper


Materials: patterned paper, colored pencil, pencil, ribbon bow embellishment, crayon, soft pastel


Throwback Thursday

The impatient dripping of melting snow from the roof sounds as restless as I feel as it taps the slushy wonderland that is our back yard. It is as if I’ve had a double shot espresso right before a test I haven’t studied for. My stomach churns and my hand shake. I can’t find comfort or rest in my own skin. This anxiety is a result of some big changes occurring in my life and the lives of people I care about.I’m afraid that I’m going to have to remain ambiguous on this matter. Perhaps a little pacing around the room and anti-anxiety meds will calm me down a bit.  Anyway, amidst this state of restlessness I looked through some albums to distract myself and found a few things to share for Throwback Thursday.


Rock Star Barbie 

The photo and drawing date back to when drawing was still carefree and fun. I believe you can see this spirit captured in the drawing of Rocker Barbie onstage with in front of her adoring fans. She is holding a Popple, so I’m guessing this photo is from 1989-1990, around the time I moved from Finland to the United States with my mother and stepfather. We lived in Farmington, New Mexico for over a year. The photograph shows me during the winter of those years, holding Sisu, one of my cats. Because introducing the cats to snow seemed like a great idea. hahaha This was Stage 2 of my Crazy Cat Girl adventures, with Stage 1 dating back to 1987 Saudi Arabia.






Self Portraits


Materials: photo printed on cardstock, acrylic paints, buttons, puzzle pieces, flower embellishment, buttons


(from 2007)Materials: cardstock cutouts, googly eyes, arrow embellishment


Materials: glasses embellishment, patterned paper


Materials: acrylic paint, patterned paper, chipboard shape, glasses embellishment, bow embellishment


Winter and Art

Went to town to pick up prescription meds etc. With a gust of wind our car slid and spun and swirled on the icy road and ended up in the ditch. Fortunately, we were on a busy road and people stopped to check to make sure we were okay. No injuries. No damage to the car. We only had to wait about an hour for the tow truck to come to our rescue. Okay winter, I’m getting a little weary of you. Looking forward to spring.

Yesterday I blogged about creative fear. Drawing is probably the most creative-anxiety-producing area for me personally, so I though I’d share a couple of drawings in order to promote the idea that it is okay  to feel vulnerable and to put your work out there, for better or worse. I’ve also adopted a new perfectionism-reducing mantra:

“Better to do something imperfectly than to do nothing flawlessly.”

-Robert Schuller


“Bunny in Moonlight” Materials: soft pastels, paint marker, pencil, Sharpie, cardstock


“Fox in Moonlight” Materials: soft pastels, Sharpie, cardstock, paint market

“But I’m Not Creative” or Creative Fear



I recently came across this scholarly paper I wrote back in 2008 at Whatcom Community College. It intrigues me how so much of what I had to say back then still resonates with me today.  Here are  a few excerpt from said piece. I spared you bulk of the critical analysis and Foucault for the purposes of blogging. I attempt to answer some of my own questions regarding the “loss” of my childhood creativity and the creative fear I’ve spent years trying to overcome. 

The famous twentieth century artist, Pablo Picasso, once said, “All children are artists.  The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up” (Robinson).  In other words, children are playful, imaginative, curious and creative creatures, but somehow most people seem to lose some of their creative sensibility and spirit by the time they grow up to become adults.

Early childhood in modern America seems to be viewed as a time for daydreaming, drawing, playing make believe, laughing and learning about the world through play and exploration.  In contrast, adulthood seems to be a time to focus on the responsibilities of everyday life.  It is a time to face the facts and leave those foolish childhood dreams and that silly creativity behind.

Adulthood, for some Americans, means having to get up each morning to face eight hours (or more) of soul-numbing monotony and boredom in the workplace that comes from doing the same thing day in and day out. It is about paying bills, going grocery shopping, scrubbing the toilet, buying insurance policies, and waiting in traffic.  Adulthood is about juggling responsibilities, multitasking and trying to be as efficient as possible. Many adults tend to stop asking questions and simply accept the world as it is. They seem happy to just complain about how things are. They seem lose some of their curiosity and thirst for knowledge as well as their urge to be creative.  Perhaps some even take on a more passive role in life by simply switching themselves to autopilot to deal with the daily grind and unwinding at the end of the day by staring at their television screens.



I realize that this probably seems like a rather grim and cynical view of adulthood, but I believe that it is partly a reality for some people (specifically me).  My point is that somewhere between childhood and adulthood many people become less curious, less imaginative, and less creative.  The question then becomes: How does this happen?  Is it that they simply grow out of their creativity or is there another reason for this transition?  The switch doesn’t happen overnight.  It occurs over a period of years.  It seems like we have something that helps us to transition from the carefree days of childhood to the responsibilities of adulthood.  That something is known as the compulsory education system.

The above-mentioned scenario of growing up from being a creative and imaginative child to become a less curious and creative adult is partly true for my own life.  Like Picasso said, I was once a little artist, but as an adult I feel unworthy of that title.  Somewhere along the road of adolescence I left behind bits of my imagination.  I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this and I think I know how it happened for me.

As I child I entertained myself for hours by drawing and making up stories to go along with my artwork.  In early elementary school art class was my haven from the evils of arithmetic. But around the fifth or sixth grade there was a shift.  I began to pay more attention to my academic performance.   I believe that is when my quest for straight A’s began and the perfectionist side of my personality really started to emerge.

I discovered that I am pretty good at rote memorization and the regurgitation of facts on exams.  I played along with all the rules.  I turned in all of my homework on time and did all the busywork assigned during class.  I studied hard and worked on projects even harder. I even made peace with the world of mathematics.  I was rewarded academically for my diligence.  But, as a result of my shifting focus, I gradually started to draw less and less.  I began to transform from Sofia the Little Artist to Sofia the Little Scholar.

In addition, in the later years of elementary school, art class became more structured and less enjoyable for me.  Craft time often meant having to replicate a sample project presented by the teacher. It was like working in an assembly line at the widget factory.  Arts and crafts became more of a lesson on how to follow directions and less of an exercise in creativity and the use of imagination.  There was a shift from being allowed to draw and paint anything I wanted to having to reconstruct someone else’s creative idea using popsicle sticks and glue.

That is how the transition occurred for me.  I’ve spent my adult years trying to reconnect and rediscover my creative side.  I often wonder what my life would be like if I had been able to truly nurture my artistic talent.  Perhaps I would not be as afraid of my own creativity.  Perhaps I would be less afraid of taking risks with it.

Looking back at my personal loss of creative spirit, I’ve come to the conclusion that the school system had a definite influence on the way I think.  I discovered that I am not alone in this thinking.  Sir Ken Robinson, a British author and educator, believes that the compulsory education system is to blame for the decrease in creative thought which occurs between childhood and adulthood.  Robinson delivered a  TED talk in 2006 in  which he suggested that school kills creativity.


Creativity can be a hard to define concept, but Robinson suggested that, “Creativity is the process of having ideas that have value.”  He did not limit his definition of creativity to simply being a trait possessed by individuals who are special or gifted.  Everyone is creative in one way or another. Everyone has ideas of value.  Furthermore, creativity doesn’t just apply to the arts.  There can be creativity in just about any discipline from science to mathematics to technology.  For example, Albert Einstein, whose expertise was in the sciences, had a brilliant creative mind.  The problem seems to be that most people seem to believe that they have to be a born a genius to be creative. In addition, the concept of creativity is often limited to a very narrow definition which simply includes famous poets and artists.

Robinson goes on in his speech to claim that creativity is not something people just grow out of.  They are educated out of creativity by the mass schooling system .  But how does this happen?  Robinson argues that children are not afraid of being wrong, but the education system teaches them that making mistakes is the worst thing you can do.  He makes the distinction that making mistakes is not the same thing as being creative, but “If you are not prepared to be wrong, you will never come up with anything original.”

Take, for example, the cliché about coloring inside the lines.  When presented with a coloring book, most young children tend to color all over the page using multiple colors.  They don’t care about the lines.  School, on the other hand, teaches them that the lines do matter.  Children are instructed to color inside the lines and to use “appropriate” colors.  An apple is supposed to be colored green or red and not purple.  The sun is supposed to be yellow and the grass has to be green.  Choosing to color outside the lines or to use inappropriate colors is wrong.  It is a mistake.  Most children will learn to conform.  It doesn’t stop at coloring book activities. Children are taught to conform in countless other ways and they do so to avoid criticism and humiliation.  They learn what is considered acceptable in society.  They learn to censor their and inhibit their own creativity and become fearful of making mistakes.  Is it any wonder that we tend to be less imaginative as adults?

I’d like to expand on this commonly-accepted myth that creativity is a trait reserved for only a small percentage of the population by returning to my personal quest to rediscover my creativity.  I have turned to various different creative outlets.  I took a drawing class.  I discovered that I enjoy photography.  I even kept a creativity blog where I wrote about my life and posted my photographs for about a year and a half.  In addition, I have dabbled in the world of scrapbooking.

I never actually took a class in scrapbooking or other paper crafts, but I recently had an opportunity to play the part of the fly on the wall and observe such an event at a local scrapbook store.   The students in the class consisted of a group of about ten middle aged women who had gathered to put together a Halloween themed project.  All of the necessary supplies were provided in a kit, which was handed out to each student.  All the students had to do was use the provided supplies to put together a gift box made of paper.   Each gift box was a carbon copy of the sample project presented by the instructor.  There really was no real creativity involved.  The creative part had been performed in advance by the person who came up with the project in the first place.

The thing that stuck me was how similar the event was to those elementary school arts and crafts classes which were really designed to teach children how to follow directions.  And the thing that truly surprised me was how genuinely happy these middle aged women appeared to be gluing and folding paper.  I suppose that perhaps for them, this was what they considered to be creativity.  But the exercise didn’t involve having any original ideas.  It seems that what was happening was that they were really allowing other people to be creative for them.  And it appears that a lot of the paper crafting industry does this.  There is a plethora of prepackaged creative kits available for purchase.*  The true creativity belongs to those who came up with the concept for such kits.  I believe this to be just one example of what happens when we are stripped bare of our childhood creativity and fail to reconnect with it in adulthood.

* I am not suggesting that there is anything wrong with enjoying these types of step-by-step projects or that you can’t make them your own.








Watercolor Tape Resist with a Twist


“Frozen Hearts” photo (c) Sofia Smith 2017

More snow overnight. We have a real winter wonderland in our back yard.

Another fun watercolor technique I tried recently is the tape resist. The idea is to use masking tape or painter’s tape to block off areas where you do not wish the paint to stick. When you remove the tape, the blocked areas remain white (or whatever color paper you are using). I decided to do something a little different. I used this collection of Washi tape (make sure to use Michael’s coupon to reduce the price 40-50%) to block off sections on a 4X6 inch piece of cardstock. Instead of peeling back the tape to reveal white space, I kept the tape on for a different effect because the pattern on is designed to look like watercolor painting.


Materials: Washi tape, watercolors, cardstock


Materials: Washi tape, watercolors, cardstock


Materials: Washi tape, watercolors, cardstock

Marbled Paper with Shaving Cream


“Icicles” photo (c) Sofia Smith 2017


“Heart of Ice” photo (c) Sofia Smith 2017

A garland of dripping icicles lines the edge of the roof. Snow and ice shimmer in silver frost on branches. It is a wintry day indeed. I ventured outside for a few photographs, but am happy that I don’t have trek further in this icy weather.

It is the perfect day to stay in pajamas and create some marbled paper.With shaving cream! What? Yep. A friend of mine shared this fascinating technique with me and I had to experiment. Sounds strange, but it works and it is fun. A note of caution: make sure you like the scent of the shaving cream because it will linger in the air and embed itself in the paper. I used both food coloring and watercolors.

And here are my results…



Playing with Pastels

I bought a set of chalk pastels (AKA soft pastels) at Michael’s for five dollars and fell in love with them. I’d like to invest in some higher quality ones someday, but for now they will do the job. My favorite technique is to rub them with my fingertips on chipboard. In case you are not familiar with chipboard, it is the material jigsaw puzzles are usually made of. The gray backside of the puzzle pieces has the texture I’m referring to. Here are some of my soft pastel on chipboard experiments. The bunny is my favorite because the combination of media created the perfect texture for a well-loved stuffed toy. Instead of fixative spray, I used cheap hairspray to set the chalk.


Materials: chipboard, cardstock and soft pastels


Materials: patterned paper, chipboard, chalk pastels



Materials: chipboard, chalk pastels, cardstock


Materials: watercolors, chalk pastels and chipboard


Across the Universe

Across the Universe
Words are flowing out like
Endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai Guru Deva. Om
Nothing’s gonna change my world (X4)
Images of broken light, which
Dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe.
Thoughts meander like a
Restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
 Jai Guru Deva. Om
Nothing’s gonna change my world (X4)
Sounds of laughter, shades of life
Are ringing through my opened ears
Inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love, which
Shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai Guru Deva. Om
Nothing’s gonna change my world (X4)
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney

The magic of inspiration is that you never know where it will come from. One song that has been on the soundtrack of daily life lately is “Across the Universe” written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. My favorite version of the song is actually a cover by Rufus Wainwright (this is where I smirk to myself because I can only take Rufus seriously as a dog’s name) and that is the one I’ve been playing over and over. Anyway, the point is that the song inspired some artwork and I wanted to share it with you. The artwork looks a lot better in person. It is hard to photograph shiny things, such as sequins.


Materials: stencils, acrylic paint, sequins


Materials: patterned paper, star embellishments, acrylic paint, stencil, Sharpies

And of course, I must share the music video of the version I’ve been listening to.

The flavour of the song was heavily influenced by Lennon’s and the Beatles’ interest in Transcendental Meditation in late 1967 – early 1968, when the song was composed. Based on this, he added the mantra “Jai guru deva om” (Sanskrit: जय गुरुदेव ) to the piece, which became the link to the chorus. The Sanskrit phrase is a sentence fragment whose words could have many meanings. Literally it approximates as “glory to the shining remover of darkness”[3] and can be paraphrased as “Victory to God divine”, “Hail to the divine guru”, or the phrase commonly invoked by the late Maharishi Mahesh Yogi in referring to his spiritual teacher, “All glory to Guru Dev“.[4]

Source: Wikipedia

Healthy, Balanced, Creating

Keep painting your demons.

~ Jack Beal

I’ve dealt with mental illness, specifically depression and anxiety,  all of my adult life. At times it is completely debilitating and at other times it merely lurks in the shadows. Either way, it always seems to be there.

I recall my psychology 101 instructor at Whatcom Community College referring to depression as “the common cold of mental disorders.” But it is still stigmatized.  I’m going to talk about it here from time to time in hopes of doing my own small part to contribute to the open conversation  regarding mental illnesses.

Without getting into too many details in this post, let’s just say that the past year has been trying—emotionally, psychologically, financially, spiritually, and academically. With depression and anxiety symptoms out of control, I finally reached out for help (once again) in the beginning of January. Unfortunately, getting help (medication adjustment and finding a counselor) in the behavioral health system isn’t exactly smooth or timely. I decided that I had to start doing something for myself while waiting for the help from others. This is how my creative exploration journey began.


“Depression and Anxiety” Materials: tissue paper, Sharpies, cardtock,acrylic paint and googly eyes

I started by making a list of priorities, areas where I wanted to work on improving my life. The items fell into three general categories: being healthy (physically, spiritually and mentally), balancing my life, and pursuing more creative avenues. To remind myself of these priorities, I made a visual. It has also become a makeshift mantra I mumble to myself.


Materials: patterned paper, chipboard letter, acrylic paint, and Sharpie

I’ve found my own informal art therapy (more details about how I do it to come) to be immensely fruitful and helpful. I can forget some of my worries while I concentrate solely on the stroke of a brush, the squish of paint, the slice of the paper cutter, or the crinkle of tissue paper. This might not work for everyone. The key is finding your own medicine (whether or not you are taking actual literal medicine). I’m going to keep painting, drawing, crafting, photographing, writing  my demons as well as my angels.


Materials: tissue paper, cardstock, acrylic paint