tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64035161710637690192023-12-12T15:20:24.640+01:00muddle on throughcreative explorations * soul soup * photography * living a lifeYvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-19787585852537348992013-07-27T08:49:00.000+02:002013-07-27T08:53:13.678+02:00proofLast week, with Squirt at my parents' for four days, I spent a lot of time online. I was hanging out on FaceBook, posting and commenting away, and I had some nice - almost conversations there - from inside my own space, my own life. And instead of being uncomfortable, or even angry - for wasting time when I could have [...], I took a long hard look at what I'd been sharing, and found Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-7473659520811731012013-07-18T14:38:00.001+02:002013-07-18T14:38:12.836+02:00whatsThere were brief thoughts of blogging daily, and thoughts that lingered longer, about blogging a few times a week. All those thoughts lie abandoned, there where abandoned thoughts go when they're redundant ;) It's a solid week later, and it's okay. I'm okay; still strangely, newly okay with a lot of things these days, and I'm hanging out with it. Getting to know it where it shows Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-40282919898784135882013-07-11T13:52:00.001+02:002013-07-11T13:52:42.628+02:00summerI've been getting messy with ideas, thoughts and concepts in my head - struggling with the whats and how tos - because I would love to document this Summer... It's been, and still is, interesting ;) I'm running into a lot of things I sort of knew about myself - stuff involving rules and guidelines. Being good enough, and allowing myself. Full stop. Allowing myself isYvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-68149872029598070132013-06-27T17:38:00.000+02:002013-06-27T17:42:15.741+02:00solid
So I didn't take a nosedive. Which is as awesome as it is... disconcerting! Because here I was, all prepared to - uhm, nosedive into my usual shut-down-mode, which is where I generally find myself when chaotic happenings end (the need to take apart and rebuild everything I already knew) - but then I didn't. Which leaves me strangely at a loss when it comes to words. I'm in Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-17778629626458193102013-06-13T17:17:00.000+02:002013-06-13T17:17:43.426+02:00quietly
There's a lot going on - in my head. But it doesn't have words. I'm just looking. And listening. Which is nice, for a change :)
How are you?Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-50368881614605004422013-06-07T07:20:00.002+02:002013-06-07T08:59:01.464+02:00tea
I've been doing some incremental thinking ;) Life's been really busy lately, but it's been good. There isn't always time and space to crawl to the bottom of things. Full stop. But I've been okay with that - it's brought insight, instead of mayhem. & that's a whole lot, coming from me ;)
I've been thinking about staying close to myself - as opposed to running off, exploring Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-49388002629703113262013-05-31T07:06:00.000+02:002013-05-31T07:19:00.225+02:00expo
So here's how I'm hanging :)
Yup, bottom-right, that's me, naked in a shop window ;) Next to the toilet cleaner. Cool thing to claim about yourself ;)
That's the kid, behind the doors. Not too impressed being left behind ;)
I love the orange and blue feathers & thingies behind the drawings ;) And my own reflection ;)
And that's the kid again. Paying me back Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-22777160497678846822013-05-20T07:06:00.000+02:002013-05-23T05:33:31.842+02:00newsI know you might be expecting the photos for the second assignment of the Pure Photo Workshop, but I didn't get around to it... It's hard to admit, because I strongly feel that committing to take part means you commit to take part, but I've got some stuff going on in my 'real life' & I sort of forgot to make time. Saturday snuck up on me! All these single-day national holidays and Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-85233773648891816462013-05-11T17:50:00.000+02:002013-05-11T17:56:18.958+02:00stylePure Photo Workshop - Week 1
I don't want to start off complaining, but I will mention that I've got a lot going on at the moment! Flow? She is right here! Stirring me, inspiring me, making me a little crazy, too :) On the edge of overwhelm, so I need to stick close to myself, to try and be smooth with it all. It wasn't all that long ago that I was trapped in the austere room, the Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-36979855916050690032013-05-10T07:58:00.002+02:002013-05-10T07:58:25.324+02:00changesI'm thinking about it. Changes, I mean. To my approach. In a very broad sense. But I'm me, and it's all tentative, as usual, so I won't sing about it, out loud, quite yet. I need to flesh those bones a little, first. And it could all well end in the bin, too ;) But to celebrate the idea of new thoughts anyway, here is an unusually quick sketch for you!
Yesterday being a national holiday, Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-90575317971824702252013-05-02T06:33:00.000+02:002013-05-02T09:13:29.088+02:00balance
You might not think so, from reading here, but we have lovely days, too ;)
When my head is busy, I tend to use this blog to spill. I need to spill somewhere. I think, rethink and overthink, and it needs to go somewhere. To stop it from spinning & swirling, if only for a day or two. But I have a life, too. I like to think that spilling here makes me more able, elsewhere. Places Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-48158935079582852292013-04-18T17:16:00.000+02:002013-04-18T17:16:28.217+02:00everybodyIt's blustery outside today. Storm, sunlit, with the fresh feel of Spring on its tail. The type of day that could blow the cobwebs out of your head if you'd just open up wide enough. Hope, and doable like scraps of paper, blown out of reach, but there, to see - and some days, that helps.
I've got no idea how to get started. It's been so long since I sat down and took myself Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-17241310446107314742013-03-24T14:11:00.000+01:002013-03-24T14:11:52.071+01:00elementalNo. It isn't metal, although it definitely tastes like it.
It's earth, speaking Chinese.
It's spleen.
It's worrying.
It's stuck in overanalysing minor details.
Apparently, I need to sing and be open.
Yeah.
Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-66581016305873757592013-03-17T16:48:00.000+01:002013-03-17T19:05:02.370+01:00sensitive
I'm still upside-down. Picasso-esque. And I still think I see light ahead. But I haven't exited the tumbleweed tunnel quite yet. I'm vulnerable, still.
Mostly, when I get here, my intention is to get things straight for myself, in the first place. Writing it down, as if trying to explain it to someone else, it helps. A lot. I gain clarity and insight from pouring the chaos in my head Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-90736099667125934182013-03-14T12:11:00.000+01:002013-03-14T12:11:51.677+01:00truthYvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-39290132840381427342013-03-10T15:37:00.000+01:002013-03-17T15:33:32.014+01:00waitingCurves, right? I love curves! I love soft, glowing, stretching! Colourful curves! My own feminine curves - sure, why not?! & I'll take Ireland - rolling and green. But my mind is more like a Picasso at his most cubist - upside down & all. Yes, I've got a flair for the dramatic - working on it - and as far as metaphors go, this one is a stretch, even for me ;) But I travel rugged Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-8133238673876770082013-02-22T06:11:00.002+01:002013-02-22T06:11:43.050+01:00life
Basically, life is a layer cake.
And baking layer cake - eating layer cake & all - will create mess.
And I know it's all inside your attitude towards the mess, really. As Nini and Robin pointed out, life has a tendency to curve, and so do moods, adaptitude, flexibility. So do the yays and the Fabulous. They veer off and they curve back!
I know I've used a lotYvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-64043905009195092902013-02-15T14:20:00.000+01:002013-02-15T14:27:48.840+01:00resigning
I've been walking around with my head in the clouds lately. Everything felt gorgeous! Things weren't smooth, necessarily, but the yeahs outweighed the what's-its for weeks! Fabulous! She came out of nowhere and waved magic around me!
And now, all of a sudden, walking in high-heeled shoes just doesn't work anymore. I put them on, I lean in, but it doesn't make me smile. The Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-52180407017420302322013-02-07T06:51:00.001+01:002013-02-20T06:31:05.383+01:00optimism
* people-drawing because the teacher told me to ;)
* subject matter provided by the Just Draw It! FB group :)
Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-46811545769011429102013-02-02T08:00:00.001+01:002013-02-15T14:21:22.374+01:00comfort8 days - interesting ;) I set my goal for a blog post a week, and for the past 4 weeks, I've ended up flying in a day late. I'd love to say that's unusual for me, but it's not. Back when I was in the mud, I was always on time, and I'd come to identify with that. I have always thought of myself as punctual, but I'm not! Just another wart I'm learning to embrace ;)
It's all tied to my relationshipYvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-69952583674898205002013-01-25T07:00:00.001+01:002013-02-15T14:21:51.299+01:00IF - Myth
I've linked to Illustration Friday for the first time ever :D
I wish I could say I'm going to be doing this every week, or even regularly. As far as this week's topic of myth goes, having time to do everything I'd love to do - that's a total myth, too. I've been trying to climb the walls of constraint, but heck, they're slippery! I know I'm going to have to accept that bitYvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-91060946268969914652013-01-17T14:07:00.000+01:002013-01-17T14:20:28.431+01:00sticking
So I’ve
promised myself that I’m off looking for the truths of me. I want to find myself beyond what I believe I am. Not who I want to become when all the growing-up is done;
not who I think I should be. Not who
my mother would like me to be, and not necessarily anyone’s next best friend,
either! I’m going to be spending time getting acquainted with myself – with the little girl inside, as
well Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-25974382019810324762013-01-09T06:54:00.000+01:002013-01-09T06:58:29.633+01:00permissionI have made so many conscious attempts to be here more that I've lost count... And I have finally made a dent in - figuring out why it hasn't been happening. It's about fear. The fear of showing myself out loud and finding no one who cares. To meet shrugs. That's what's stopping me. This old, well-worn idea that being me and everything I bring is nothing to write Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-7865694140697488562013-01-06T16:06:00.000+01:002013-01-06T16:06:42.871+01:00course!
I've been busy, over the past months - figuring out what I love, what's important to me, and how I want to find room for it all in my daily life - there is at least another blog post in that, and it's in the works ;) - but right now, I'm here to share something with you!
If you're FB friends with me, you will have read this before, but Koosje, my talented, prolific and brave friend,Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403516171063769019.post-22153702984729450892013-01-03T13:19:00.000+01:002013-01-03T13:19:46.215+01:002013
Here it is, January 3rd: my New Year's wish for you - and for me!
be you
I know I used more words in the illustration, but in the end, that's what it boils down to. Nothing else, that's it. I feel it's about time - for me, anyway - to stand tall and wear it on the outside. To be proud of who I am, and to start owning my warts. To no longer wait until I've grown beyond 'not quite there yet' -Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13707206414839461759noreply@blogger.com10