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Gouache, watercolor, and colored marker

L. Gloyd (c) 2009

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July 19, 2009 at 4:16 am

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Art Journaling: The Acronym Game

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Following a prompt in SARK’s book, Juicy Pens, Thirsty Paper, I created this journal entry using my name as an acronym to describe an aspect of myself.

In case you can’t read it, the text goes:





Some people say that I am too emotional. Some people say I ‘take things too personally.’ Actually I think it is my intuition that rises up and sniffs the air. It prowls in the grey matter of the morning, just before dawn, searching for the path that will lead me through the daylight. It is real. It is real. it is real and I live it.

L. Gloyd (c) 2009

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July 14, 2009 at 11:19 am

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Back to the Basics

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With my camera in hand, I thought I would return to the basics and experiment a bit with some color compositions.

Images:  L. Gloyd (c) 2009

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July 6, 2009 at 3:50 pm

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Repost from 2006

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Here is my very first post at the Soul Food Cafe, on April 11, 2006

On the Nature of War:  A Garden Meditation

A temple bell sings at dawn
clear and resonant
in the key of G,
a silver-tipped psalm in the night.

A tribe of birds clamor,
erupting from a thicket,
cawing hateful protests against
their awakening to the world.

The faithful wait
to pray, to shut out the darkness,

to close their ears to their cries,
to offer incense for peace.

A temple bell sings at dawn
rising above the swirling mists.
A caretaker opens wide the gate and nods,
knowing the key of G can never change.


Poem and Image:  L Gloyd © April 2006.

Korean Friendship Bell, Angel’s Gate Park, San Pedro, California

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May 30, 2009 at 4:55 am

Creative Blocks and the Art of Cheese-Making

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Julia Cameron writes about creative blocks in her book Walking the World. “Often we experience a sense of powerlessness because we do not see any direct action that we can take to concretely alter our sense of being stuck…sometimes we need to exercise just a little elbow grease in any creative direction we can find.” (pp 246-247) Then she offers a directive to start listing “small creative actions” to prime the pump, such as painting a windowsill or making a collection of favorite poems.

None of these particular creative actions appealed to me in the midst of my block, but I started to consider doing something creative in the kitchen. I’m not certain what got me to thinking about cheese except perhaps a recent episode of Tony Bourdain’s No Reservations where he snarkily eats his way through Greece. Greek food made me think of goat cheese, and I started wondering how I could make it in the way the Greek farm wives made. I also recalled my father saying that his mother made “Dutch cheese” (AKA cottage cheese) on the family farm in the Berkshires.

So I began researching recipes and “how-to” videos on fresh cheese-making. The first batch was a disaster resulting in my dumping a half gallon of expensive goat’s milk down the drain because I could not get the curds to separate from the whey. (This is when I realized that cheese-making is an ART). Rather than give up, I went back to my computer and started research how NOT to make fresh cheese. After tweaking my separating agents and getting a finer weave of cheesecloth, I was able to triumphantly hang up my first bag of cheese to drain.

Furthermore, I dovetailed my weekly “artist’s date” with this endeavor by going to my favorite spice and herb merchant (Penzey’s), sampling appropriate herbs for this batch of cheese, and finally selecting a sweet California Basil. When I got home, I blended the basil with garlic and coarse sea-salt and worked it into the cheese at the proper step of the process. The finished product was about a cup of fresh cheese that was sweeter and creamier than the most expensive chevre I could ever have purchased in a store.

So, I know you are asking “What’s this got to do with the creative process?” Everything. The action of making something is almost as important as the inspiration to create. That’s why a painter will write or a writer will play a guitar or a poet will bellydance. Action busts through the creative block the way a sledge-hammer breaks through a brick wall.

All that and a great tasting cheese on top of it.

Text and images: L. Gloyd (c) 2009

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April 13, 2009 at 12:34 pm

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