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Tag Archives: creativity
Aligning with Enchantment
The man and the bear are drinking Amstel Light, which to me meant, I’m-still-light. I drank in the fact that I was still light. I gave it to the man to share with the bear. Continue reading
Connections Never Die
Dedicated to the one who once drew me, and I drew back, in my drawings… Continue reading
The Sneezy-Wheezy Gift
It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, Uncategorized
Tagged art and feeling, being humble, being vulnerable, creativity, expression, having a cold, memoir, Nancy Wait, soul memories, the nancy who drew, writing
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To Look Within
I write my life to know my life. When I write my life, the inner truth comes out. It’s like when I draw, a barrier disappears. Or fades to the background. And suddenly I’m in touch with this other vibratory field. This other awareness that rises to the surface and makes itself known. Continue reading
Drawing Cured A Stomach Ache
Did you know that drawing can cure stomach aches? Me either! But apparently it does. At first I thought I might have had a case of the New Year Blahs. Except that would have been out of character for me. The other idea that came was too awful – a sudden onset of gluten intolerance. I would hate that. Continue reading
A Writer’s Despair is an Artist’s Delight
The hand once thrown up in despair, is now ready to catch an idea, should it float through the air ~~~ Continue reading
Posted in ART, Memoir, Uncategorized
Tagged alchemy of memoir, autobiography, bridging heart and mind, consciousness, creativity, drawing, memoir, Nancy Wait, painting, the nancy who drew, writing
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The Truth About Acting
What I learned as an actor should be shouted from the rooftops by every single one of us who has ever trod the boards – that along with the heartbreak that so often comes with a life in the theater, comes the knowledge that we all have in us the possibility of every human thought that has ever been considered. We don’t have to act on it, but we can act it. Play it. Because we know how to play. We know how to imagine “what if.” Continue reading
Brooklyn Buildings 10th Street
I love these buildings. They’re on Tenth Street between 5th and 6th (Brooklyn) and I’ve walked by them so many times. But not till recently when I decided to start drawing the neighborhood did I stop and really LOOK at them. And then of course I thought what a wonderful picture they’d make. Continue reading
Posted in ART, Memoir, Uncategorized
Tagged Art, art and reality, Brooklyn buildings, creativity, drawing, expression, memoir, Nancy Wait, painting, Park Slope, Park Slope drawings, Park Slope fences, perception, the nancy who drew
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The Wrench Effect
Meaning of the Wrench Effect: You’re sailing along, everything ticking nicely, when suddenly a wrench is thrown into the works, upsetting the balance. Continue reading
Creative Juice
“Myth is the secret opening… A myth we re-quicken in our minds and our lives, brings creative juice…” Joseph Campbell Continue reading
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