On friendship, bad hair days, and the photographs we forget to take. Well, I'm here to tell you, just take the damn picture! This morning...
Take the Damn Picture
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Courting the Muse
AKA Confessions of a Recovering Realist
Putting Down Roots
I’m writing this post while sitting on the deck of my new studio. A few months ago, this was little more than a dream. And now I’m sitting...
It Begins With Conversation
Every meaningful part of my art career starts with a conversation. Not with a painting. Not with a gallery. Not even with a sale. With a...
Creativity: Seeing What Isn’t There Yet
Creativity shows up where you least expect it. Like right now we're doing site prep for the new house. By "we," I mean definitely not me....
Noticing: The Shape of Quiet
Five minutes, tops. That’s all I plan on staying. I didn't know my five-minute errand was about to become an evening of nature...
Notice When the Well Needs Filling
This post almost didn’t happen. Procrastination was kicking creative inspiration's ass. Cause I got a baaaad case of summer fever. Not the...
Notice When You’re Lost
Three years old. I'm in an alley next to a dumpster, crying my heart out. I'm all alone. And I'm lost. This isn't a story I was told. This...
Noticing: The Pump House
I can't help but notice--I have a problem. If you scroll through my camera roll, you'll find hundreds of photos of the same small building...
Noticing the Moment Before the Meltdown
The split second where you still get to choose I'm sitting at the kitchen table finishing next week’s blog post. The front door flies...
Showering with the Muse
I was taking a shower the other night when the Muse decided to join me. She does that. That’s when I noticed a new creature in the tiles....
Susan Lobb Porter
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Noticing: People
A quick trip to the store turned into an unexpected adventure in noticing people. A frazzled mother, two young sweethearts, and a pair of old men reminded me that everyone has a story. Even if I have to make it up.
Noticing Clouds
A fuzzy white dog, a five-year-old’s idea of heaven, and a lifetime of looking up, down, and everywhere in between. Maybe my practice of noticing started much earlier than I thought.
From Digital Sketchbook to Best Selling Print
An abandoned painting, a digital sketchbook, and a second look. How a forgotten work in progress became The Wedding Party—and one of my best-selling prints.
Noticing: When the Problems are First World
