London Town

I’m sorry I haven’t written for a while. It is my intention to change that. Lofty goals are in place, just you wait.

The dust has settled into the corners of our new home and my studio feels like I’ve been there for years. New images are taking shape on the canvas, a delightful side effect of a change of scene. These summer days have a comfortable, easy flow to them and I’m strangely tempted to stay put all season. But life is too short and delicious for that.

I’m writing this from a cozy little spot in London. Oh how I love this city... the smells, the light, the sound of the tube as it wanders the city with the bustle of wickedly interesting, stylized humans of every shape and colour. I'm always overwhelmed and crazy-inspired by the innovators and creators who have shaped this iconic place over the centuries, the real-deal-original “storytellers and makers”. As I navigate the cobblestone, a little voice whispers "the Masters walked here, can you feel it?". I try to soak up just a smidge of that juicy mojo and tuck it away to use when I get back to the studio. 

I have stood gobsmacked and teary in front of paintings that shaped who I am as an artist. I’ve stared at the actual brushstrokes of Van Gogh and Rothko’s edges and thought “My God, I can almost feel them.” Tate Modern, Saatchi, The National Gallery, Portrait Gallery. The mere thought triggers a deep sigh. 

And the pubs, Lordy, the pubs! Epicenters of connection and daily celebration, they define and honour community in a way that is sadly lacking at home. The first photo above was taken while sitting at one of my favourites. 

For me, travelling rekindles a romance with self. It reminds me what I’m made of, who I am. It fuels my creative soul, reminds me that I’m human, I’m brave and I’m free. It makes me believe, once again, that anything is possible.

Notting Hill is the current home of two dear friends of mine, who continue to amaze me with their generosity of spirit and courageously big living. We will walk, shop, dine and laugh our asses off before heading to Lisbon tomorrow. Mind the gap.

A New Year

One year ago I was completely dedicated to a plan… I would happily continue on, in my cozy home with my daughter, content with my tiny studio and I’d walk each morning on the paths by the coast, as I’ve been doing for 14 years. I’d be happy, strong, brave, free and fulfilled, and damn it, I’d do it on my own. 

Since then, I’ve learned that sometimes a detour offers a much sweeter journey. I’ve learned to always leave room in the plan for a little magic. Once again I learned to trust the unknown, for it knows better; that the truest courage and bravery is wrapped in a wide-open heart, and that fear is dangerous. I’ve learned that real freedom exists in the confines of unconditional love and that what I always thought was possible, is. Severe tendonitis, taught me to LET GO and for God’s sake appreciate what I do for a living… HONOUR it. I discovered that there’s wild strength in asking for help and that I have some Super Heroes waiting for the call. I learned that adapting is much cooler than controlling, and I’m now certain that ‘messy’ is my style and that beauty lives there. I learned that a good cry is as good as a laugh; joy is severely underrated; creativity is divine; red wine helps; and that dogs are highly evolved. I learned that everything is going to be ok; that time is precious; that we all have to dream bigger, give more and love harder. I realized that my daughter’s wisdom is super natural; my Mom’s touch is in everything I do; and my Dad will always, always show up just when I need him. I learned that friends stay and friends go, and that all of them leave a beauty mark. I was reminded to say Thank You and mean it. I learned that a full dinner table is sacred and that there is nothing sweeter in the world than the sound of laughter in our home. And this year I learned that the unplanned route may lead you to a place more magnificent than you’ve imagined.

In our painting workshops I suggest that we be present in the moment, let go, find joy, trust the process, and that our mistakes are gold. Perhaps tuck a few of those gems in your pocket and carry them through your days… I’m going to. Bring it on 2015!

From here in our new home with my new studio lit up in the distance, I wish you a joy-filled, new year full of glorious mistakes and unexpected detours. I’m off for a walk on my new favourite path by the sea.

Big-L-kind-of-Love,
Laura.

Finding Home

In this moment I am grateful… grateful and peaceful with a good pinch of inspiration. Shocking really, given the myriad of challenges I’ve been handed this month… relocating home, studio and heart… to state the obvious.

Last week I presented at a Sparkfly event hosted by Pam Lewis at Nourish Bistro… a little, inspired space nestled sweetly in the country. When Pam and I first spoke about presenting, I hesitated given the timing of the event and the looming demands related to all the things mentioned above, but I said yes. The plan was to set up a little corner easel and canvas, crank the music and let the paint fly (like no one’s watching), and then we’d all have a little chat. The theme was ‘connection’.

What I couldn’t have imagined was the undeniable, vibrational, energetic, magnetically good shit that occurred. After my nervous hand calmed, the music came in and moved my brush…  I was in the zone. I was certainly aware of everyone behind me, but their purpose was loud and clear… they were along for the ride, moving with me, on board and connected. When the music stopped and I turned around, the emotion was palpable… some wiped away tears, some sat silent, and beaming smiles lit up the room. Accepting and channeling the love in the room was my divine pleasure. I was shown, once again the power of this little thing I do… something far beyond me.

If you were to ask what I know for sure (Oprah) I’d say this: recognizing and honouring your own creative spark will lead you… whether it’s painting, cooking, gardening, writing, singing, accounting, whatever truly floats your boat. It will open you, lift you, free you, and most importantly connect you… to yourself, to your purpose, to the highest love, and to all those who champion you. It will bring you home to your very core.

So there you have it… I’m grateful for the fact that no matter what is going on in my life, no matter where I am (interim studio or Nourish Bistro) I can pick up a brush and instantly find ‘home’. 

“Recognize what brings you joy… crave it, honour it, practice it. It will lead you.”  Laura Harris.

Photo by Sara Hembree, thegritofit.com

Giggles & Watermelon

GIGGLES & WATERMELON, 60”x40” 2003

I’m in the process of moving and I spent most of last week in the basement with one of my oldest and dearest friends, surrounded by cardboard boxes and tape. What to keep and what to toss was the theme. I uncovered all sorts of treasures and made some difficult decisions. As I sifted through old family photos, high school love letters and sweet-smelling baby clothes, I was reminded of who I am, where I came from, what I’ve been through and how and why I love. What a gift. 

In one corner of the basement was a stack of paintings I haven’t looked at in years. This is one of them and I’m thrilled to have it. I can see my sense of play, my joy… my wildly unapologetic approach to the process. The evolution in my work fascinates me. Perhaps I’ll revisit this style again soon.

Nourishment

I love to eat and food is a huge part of my life. I must confess that when it comes to planning for our workshops, more time is spent preparing the menu and sourcing the food than any other component! Our goal is always to prepare and provide healthy, nourishing meals for both body and soul. Rachel and I are always concocting new workshop recipes and testing them out on our closest friends (yes, there have been a few late night test kitchen cook-off events!)  

People often ask, ‘what’s in this?’ and honestly the recipes are all quite simple. The secret is in the ingredients. We use organic and local ingredients whenever possible and always use the very best olive oil and salt (I swear to you, this makes a huge difference!) I have been promising our recipes for years and I’m thrilled to finally deliver. Here’s a delicious salad to start us off and I’ll be posting new recipes regularly including our gluten-free roasted vegetable pie, the salmon cakes and oh yes, the quinoa chocolate cake! I hope you enjoy.
 

Arugula Salad with quinoa, basil and sweet cherry tomatoes

I sometimes eat this on its own for lunch. It's delicious, simple and fresh. And the basil! Lordy, Lordy, the basil… so yummy.

Salad
2⁄3 cup quinoa
1 1⁄3 cups water
1 cup loosely packed, chopped basil
4 cups loosely packed arugula
2 cups fresh, sweet cherry tomatoes, chopped in half
½ cup crumbled goat feta (or cherry size buffalo mozzarella as shown here)

Dressing
½ cup good quality extra virgin olive oil
¼ cup balsamic vinegar
a good pinch of Fleur de Sel (to taste)
dash of black pepper

Directions
Bring the quinoa and water to a boil in a medium saucepan. Cover, reduce to a simmer and cook for 10 minutes. Turn off the heat and leave the covered saucepan on the burner for another 10 minutes. Fluff with a fork and allow the quinoa to cool. In a large bowl, toss together all the salad ingredients, including the cooked quinoa. Add the dressing right before serving. Share. Eat. Be happy.

Change is Good

Change is Good. Metamorphosis is Messy.

From where I sit, I can see the 'SOLD' sign on my front lawn. Believe me, I understand and fully embrace the concept that 'change is good', but this feels more like a complete metamorphosis. My heart is deeply rooted in home. Anyone who knows me could suggest that's an understatement. This is huge for me (the messy-good kind of huge).

For fourteen years this home has embraced us. Here we have fought fevers, tended broken bones and broken hearts. Big decisions have been made fireside, with a cup of mint tea or glass of scotch. In this living room we've laughed until we cried, welcomed new puppies and bid tearful farewells. This home has set the stage for outrageous dinner parties, beautiful family gatherings and gloriously-lazy movie nights. It has endured countless storms and one excruciating separation. It was here in this little white house, that my beautiful daughter was conceived and it is here that she now thrives. The pencil marked doorway trim tells the story (my God that one stings). 'Maddie 1 year old', 'Maddie 2 years old.'  Actually, I can't bear to leave the trim – it's coming with us. The memories we made here are palpable and my heart aches to the brim with gratitude for every single one of them.

And, then there's my darling little studio. Nestled in the backyard, it is there that I painted my heart out, literally. Simple and tiny in form, its service has been enormous. It's been my therapist, my retreat, my meditation, my journal, my outlet for the highest love and the deepest pain. I will miss it.

But, it's time for change. Time to expand, to trust. Time to love whole-heartedly, to embrace, to leap. Time to EVOLVE.

With an extraordinary man, his beautiful daughter and the support of our loved ones, we are redefining our family. New home. New studio. New life. Things are about to get messy. Stay tuned.

I'm off to purge the tupperware drawer.

"What if I fall? Oh but my darling, what if you fly?”  - Erin Hanson