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Category Archives: Self Taught Artists
The Days Between Rain
Passing Shots: Folsom Lake
Located about twenty five miles northeast of Sacramento is what remains of Folsom Lake.
Walking through the stark landscape of what was once the reservoir’s lake bed saddened me, but also inspired me to spend time this week studying color theory.
What will be the formula that re-creates these shades of blue for my next work on paper?
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Archie Nemesis
My inspiration to spend time in my studio has waned in the past two weeks which was beginning to make me feel anxious, frustrated, and less than awesome. I know I’m not alone in the struggle; there are many creatives out there that find themselves in this situation. My need to create tends to get squelched by an over-scheduled work day and the negative conversations that rumble around in my head. The former is temporary and can be modified to ensure that I’m spending at least 90 minutes each day in practice; the latter requires a bit more attention and determination to quell the noise.
I had forgotten about the cartoon drawing of Archie Nemesis that I created during a telephone consultation with my mentor and Co-Active Coach, Susan Walker. She advised that I acknowledge the negative thought when it happens, allow myself to feel the temporary self-doubt that the thought creates, and then continue working. It is sensible and good advice, but sometimes more difficult to overcome depending on the frequency of the internal conversations. Those are the times that I reach for my sketch pad to doodle that doo out. I also doodle the positive outcomes that I want to see happen in my life and it works. Every time. Now back to the drawing board!
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The Blues For The Greens

“Nearing the Vista”5 x 7” Watercolor and Pastel on paper. ©2015, Theresa Mae Funk. All rights reserved
There are not many days that I don’t catch myself thinking about Vermont, the Green Mountain State, my former home of twenty-three years. My friends are enduring another long winter of sub-zero temperatures that ruin their cheerful dispositions. They too, have got the blues for the greens.