Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
The Return of the Shelbi
Hello again.
Yes, I know. It's been years. Literally.
But it really seems like I was in a galaxy far far away for a while and now it's time to come back to earth. (If you can call Provo, UT 'earth').
So. I'm married.
I'm a zoobie.
I still have a long school life ahead of me.
I'm a brunette now.
And....I've discovered a personal demon inside my mind called GAD. General Anxiety Disorder. Or... as I like to call it, the strange clarity sucking cloud that I wish I could punch but can't see.
You could also call it Groping for Air in a Deep abyss.
Sometimes, I wonder what happened to the me who used to write this blog. Where did she go? Why is she so different? Can she write again? Is naïveté the cure for lethargy? Is she better in a small way? Or is she all worse?
My counselor would try to help me see that you can lose naïveté without losing childlike joy and optimism. I believe her. But I haven't practiced it enough to learn how.
If you were a little fly following me around nowadays, you'd find me cooking, cleaning my house, playing my piano, painting, doing yoga in my living room and probably laughing and laughing at my husband dancing around the house in his underwear.
You might see me listening to a new audio book while I go running.
Or....baking homemade bread.
I'm still Shelby.
Just.....a little older. With a few more challenges. But many more blessings. And a deeper soul.
I'm slowly returning to earth.
Yes, I know. It's been years. Literally.
But it really seems like I was in a galaxy far far away for a while and now it's time to come back to earth. (If you can call Provo, UT 'earth').
So. I'm married.
I'm a zoobie.
I still have a long school life ahead of me.
I'm a brunette now.
And....I've discovered a personal demon inside my mind called GAD. General Anxiety Disorder. Or... as I like to call it, the strange clarity sucking cloud that I wish I could punch but can't see.
You could also call it Groping for Air in a Deep abyss.
Sometimes, I wonder what happened to the me who used to write this blog. Where did she go? Why is she so different? Can she write again? Is naïveté the cure for lethargy? Is she better in a small way? Or is she all worse?
My counselor would try to help me see that you can lose naïveté without losing childlike joy and optimism. I believe her. But I haven't practiced it enough to learn how.
If you were a little fly following me around nowadays, you'd find me cooking, cleaning my house, playing my piano, painting, doing yoga in my living room and probably laughing and laughing at my husband dancing around the house in his underwear.
You might see me listening to a new audio book while I go running.
Or....baking homemade bread.
I'm still Shelby.
Just.....a little older. With a few more challenges. But many more blessings. And a deeper soul.
I'm slowly returning to earth.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Beggar Woman at St. Mark's
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A personal favorite of mine. The reference I used for this is a photo I took while in Venice at St. Mark's Square. The foundation of Venice is made out of wood and over the years it has warped because of the water leaving the tiling in St. Mark's crooked and uneven. Every day the square floods through the tiles. This beggar woman sitting on the very edge of the flooding caught my eye and I had to paint it!
Autumn Sidewalk
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I sold my first commissioned painting! Give me ten years to become famous everybody.
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