Goddess Within...Goddess Without

Goddess Goodness from my daily posts on Instagram. Goddess Within & Without by Kathy Crabbe

Unspoken by Kathy Crabbe

Kathy Crabbe Creative Soul Guide in Temecula Wine Country, California
About Kathy

Kathy Crabbe is an artist and energy reader living in sunny SoCal with her husband and pet muses, Abby the shaggy black dog and Djinn Djinn, the small scruffy one in an adobe home they built themselves.

Kathy is painting a Lefty-a-Day for 365 days and posting all works in-progress on Instagram at http://instagram.com/kathycrabbeart

 

Watercolor mixed media collage IN PROGRESS

I started with a base painting of watercolors on 140lb Arches watercolor paper and am trying out some collages elements for the wings - I like it! watercolor painting by Kathy Crabbe in progress

watercolor painting by Kathy Crabbe in progress

Check out more of my art at KathyCrabbeArt.com

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ABOUT KATHY CRABBE         

Kathy Crabbe is a Creative Soul Guide, artist, author and educator who has devoted her life to exploring spirituality and creativity with passion and integrity.

Kathy empowers soul-seekers to live the life of their dreams through online resources, inspirational art, Divine Feminine eClasses, eBooks, and Creative Soul Readings infused with a rich background in the arts.

“By sharing my art and my creative life in as many ways as possible I hope to inspire and offer resources to others who seek to awaken, connect and heal their own creative soul.”

http://KathyCrabbe.com

Grandad's Nibs

Grandad's nibsToday I sorted out my grandad's nibs and started using them for the cartooney drawings I recently got back into. Here's what I found:

Gillott's 170, 290, 303, 404

Hunt Extra Fine 22, 512, 513 Hunt Imperial 101

M. Myers & Son 6

Geo. W. Hughes 776F

Signature 6

Ross F. George (Hunt) "Speedball" A-2, B-0, B-1

Pedigree Round 3

Heintze 1, 3, 4

3 Unidentified

Sometimes when I'm drawing 'cartooney' I feel like I'm channeling the lines, as if they are coming through me and flowing ohsoperfectly...love that feeling! So, now that I've got out my grandad's nibs we'll see what happens...i did a coupla drawings of faces earlier today and am testing out papers with pen and ink but didn't like much of what I did due to the paper, although the bristol board wasn't too bad unless I want to apply more than just a light touch of gouache. To check out my newest cartoon work please click here.

Jim Simpkins

Me & Grandad

Becoming Animal

I'm sharing the words of writer, David Abram from his book "Becoming Animal An Earthly Cosmology" not only for your sake, but also for mine, so I will not forget them as they are a way of thinking and realizing our place in the world. Each day as I draw from life, outside surrounded by nature, birds, wild things and hot skies, and then later on when I paint abstractly, at home with ambiguity and passion's many flavours, I struggle to find a way to be in a world quite un-accepting of the artist's way. So it's writers like Abram who guide and encourage me with their ponderings.

The computerized mind when left to its own devices, all too easily overlooks the solid things of the earth. Skilled in the rapid manipulation of symbols, it neglects the stones and the grasses that symbolize nothing other than themselves. Dazzled by its own virtual creations, the digital self forgets its dependence upon a world that it did not create, overlooking its carnal emplacement in the very world that created it.

Bodily perception provides our most intimate entry into a primary order of reality that can be disparaged or dismissed only at our peril.

An addled and anesthetized numbness is spreading rapidly throughout our species.

There are those, however, who are not frightened of grief; dropping deep into the sorrow, they find therein a necessary elixir to the numbness. When they encounter one another, when they press their foreheads against the bark of a centuries-old tree, or their palms into the hand of yet another child who has tasted prematurely of wrenching loss, their eyes well with tears that fall easily to the ground. The soil needs this water. Grief is but a gate, and our tears a kind of key opening a place of wonder that's been locked away. Suddenly we notice the sustaining resonance between the drumming heart within our chest and the pulse rising from under the ground.

David Abram, Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology