Less that a year ago I was jonesin’ to be here — getting ready for the big move up north. New town. New house. New studio. In my head, I...
The Landscape of Connection
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Courting the Muse
AKA Confessions of a Recovering Realist
Get Thee to a Gallery: An Artist Date
Part 1: Artist Date in Port Angeles It was a perfect day to check out the local gallery scene here in Port Angeles. Gray. A little...
Coulda Shoulda Woulda Made Art This Week
Part 1: What I Coulda Shoulda Woulda Been Doing Last week in a nutshell: I coulda been arting. I shoulda been making be-you-tiful stuff. I...
Scribble Like You Mean It!
Part 1: A scribble a day keeps the muse in play That little bit of wisdom up there is the essence of this post. In fact, it says it all...
Art Prompts for a Restless Night
Part 1: No more monkeys jumping on the bed Got no sleep the other night. None. Nada. CAUSE THERE WERE TOO MANY OF US (AND THEM) CRAMMED ON...
The Power of Memory: Painting the Feels
Gather close. I’m gonna let you in on a secret: THE MUSE DOESN’T TRAVEL IN A STRAIGHT LINE! Hell no! Sorry for the shouting—couldn’t help...
Courting the Muse: Lucille Made Me Do It
Part 1: Backstory Let’s talk about my muse. I call her Lucille, AKA Lucy. She’s unpredictable, loud, somewhat judgy, and has no respect...
Big Bold Beautiful Color
Not today, Beige! OK, let me say this right off the bat before Beige Nation comes for me: There is nothing wrong with a neutral palette....
Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Creds
Psssst c'mere. I've got sumptin to tell ya. Earth shaking sumptin. Life altering even. Are you ready? OK then--here goes-- The muse...
You’ve got some ‘splorin’ to do, Lucy!
Hellooooo! Knock. Knock. Anyone home? In case you're wondering where I've been--'cause I certainly haven't been here posting on this blog,...
Susan Lobb Porter
Recent Posts
The Landscape of Connection
I thought I was learning a new place. Roads, light, weather. Turns out I was learning something else — how connection shows up before you feel ready for it.
The Noticing Manifesto
A quiet reflection on how a simple daily practice of noticing — first with my aging horses, and later in the morning light — reshaped the way I see creativity. A manifesto on attention, connection, and why noticing might be where the real work begins.
No More Stinkin’ Navel Gazing
No more stinkin’ navel gazing. A puppy, a sunrise, and a half-built studio are pulling me forward — one small act of noticing at a time.
Re-entry
Noticing (Part 5): Heading Home
I flew out the day he was released from the hospital. He was safe. The watch had changed, and I headed home under a sunset that refused to end.
