Jolie Guillebeau


Archive for November, 2010

17 days

Monday, November 29th, 2010

17 days.

My Christmas tree is up– the holidays are getting really close here. Are you excited?

Putting the tree up, I wanted to retell every story that goes with each ornament. Our Christmas tree is covered in stories. I thought I’d tell a few of them this week.

First up– Silver Bells. We have more than 20 of these. Chris’s grandma buys one for us each year. It’s one of my favorite Guillebeau traditions. This year our tree is kind of small, so I arranged them in a bunch on the window sill with a few candles.

21 days

Friday, November 26th, 2010

21 days.

Wishes.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and I took the day to celebrate with Chris. We had a special lunch and an all around terrific day. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, because it’s just about good food and being together and gratitude.

It’s also a signal to start planning and dreaming about the upcoming year. I have lots of wishes and hopes for 2011. And that’s what this painting is about.

But since today is Buy Nothing Day, this painting isn’t for sale.

Instead, I’m hoping that you email and tell me a few of your wishes for 2011.

I also wanted to tell you all how grateful I am for you. You guys inspire me– thanks!

Oh, one more thing. I’ve been thinking through things and I’ve gotten some good advice, so for various reasons I’ve decided to raise my prices starting December 1. If you’re interested in one of my paintings (you can see them here), get in touch before Wednesday the 1st of December.

22 days

Wednesday, November 24th, 2010

22 days.

The holidays are getting closer– it’s Thanksgiving Week!

I’ve been celebrating all month on Facebook by listing things I’m grateful for. So this week, I thought I’d extend that celebration to my paintings.

I’m taking tomorrow off from painting to celebrate Thanksgiving, but I’ll be back on Friday with a painting and a fun surprise. US friends, hope your Thanksgiving is marvelous. Everyone else, I hope you find much to be grateful for this week– even without the pumpkin pie.

As for me, I’m very grateful that the owner of this luggage is home and his bag is unpacked for a few days.

23 days

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010

23 days.

The holidays are getting closer– it’s Thanksgiving Week!

I’ve been celebrating all month on Facebook by listing things I’m grateful for. So this week, I thought I’d extend that celebration to my paintings.

Yesterday, I hopped on my bike and rode downtown to deliver a painting to a client. (Grateful for my job!) Then I rode back to have coffee with a friend. (Grateful for that friend!)  It was a great day all around– except for the weather. Yesterday in Portland was rainy/sleety/snowy. Terrible biking weather. (Still grateful for the bike, though.) By the time I got home, I was soaked. And cold.

So I changed in to dry clothes and put on my new knitted slippers. And realized that I’m very grateful for my home.

And what symbolizes home more than red slippers?

24 days

Sunday, November 21st, 2010

24 days.

The holidays are getting closer– it’s Thanksgiving Week!

I’ve been celebrating all month on Facebook by listing things I’m grateful for. So this week, I thought I’d extend that celebration to my paintings.

I’m grateful for yarn. It’s so pretty. It provides hours of entertainment, and then I have something marvelous to wear when I’m finished. Yay for yarn.

28 days

Friday, November 19th, 2010

28 days.

As the light fades, I begin to rely more and more on candles. This week, candles in various forms from around the house. After last week’s clock crisis, I checked to be sure I had more than 5. I actually have candles in every room of the house, so there’s no shortage of subject matter this week.

This painting features a cameo of two of my other paintings. They hang over the bookshelves in our living room.

And there’s a candle there, too.

29 days

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

29 days.

As the light fades, I begin to rely more and more on candles. This week, candles in various forms from around the house. After last week’s clock crisis, I checked to be sure I had more than 5. I actually have candles in every room of the house, so there’s no shortage of subject matter this week.

Earlier in the week, as I tried to paint the candles, I felt like something was missing. It’s the light they create– that’s the best part of a candle, so painting these spaces in my house is much more satisfying than just painting the candle all alone.

This is the candle from Tuesday’s painting in it’s proper place.

30 days

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

30 days.

As the light fades, I begin to rely more and more on candles. This week, candles in various forms from around the house. After last week’s clock crisis, I checked to be sure I had more than 5. I actually have candles in every room of the house, so there’s no shortage of subject matter this week.

Part of the charm of candles is the light that they create in the room. I tried to show that here. This is my dining room with the candles from Monday’s painting.

31 days

Tuesday, November 16th, 2010

31 days.

As the light fades, I begin to rely more and more on candles. This week, candles in various forms from around the house. After last week’s clock crisis, I checked to be sure I had more than 5. I actually have candles in every room of the house, so there’s no shortage of subject matter this week.

Since I returned from Squam by the Sea, I realized that I’d been missing something for awhile. So I reinstated a practice of quiet. Each morning, I take a few minutes and think through my day, journal a bit, read a poem, or just sit quietly with myself. That ten minutes makes a huge difference in my day. But I’d lost the habit.

So I created a space for that ritual again. Literally. I set up a little corner in the living room with my journal and a pillow and a candle. This candle.

For the Artist at the Start of Day

Monday, November 15th, 2010

May morning be astir with the harvest of night;
Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,
Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse
That cut right through the surface to a source.

May this be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear
Of the sticky web of the  personal
With its hurt and hauntings,
And fixed fortress corners,

A morning when you become a pure vessel
For what wants to ascend from silence,

May your imagination know
The grace of perfect danger,

To reach beyond imitation,
And the wheel of repetition,

Deep into the call of all
The unfinished and unsolved

Until the veil of the unknown yields
And something original begins
To stir toward your senses
And grow stronger in your heart

In order to come to birth
In a clean line of form,
That claims from time
A rhythm not yet heard,
That calls space to
A different shape.

May it be its own force field
And dwell uniquely
Between the heart and the light

To surprise the hungry eye
By how deftly it fits
About its secret loss.

–John O’Donohue
From To Bless the Space Between Us, A Book of Blessings
Doubleday, 2008