Will It Be Ok?

 :: mother and child ::

 Yes, it will.

But what if a big dog comes?
You will know whether it is friendly or not, if it is friendly, you pat it, if it is not you stand perfectly still and unafraid and it stops barking and comes to you and sits quietly beside you.

But what if there is thunder and lightning?
You sit at your window and watch the rain beating down over the houses and fields in the dark night.  You see how special it is because the lightning shows the rainy sky and countryside and all the city.  You pay attention because the loud thunder is calling you and saying, “Look, the world is receiving a deep drink”

But what if there is lots of snow?
You put on your thermals, gloves, coat and scarf and play in it.
But what if snakes come in the night?
You keep a flute by your bed and play a song and the snakes hear and are quiet.

But what if the cabbages don’t come up?
We drive to the nursery, purchase seven tomato plants, just in case.  When we come home we dig seven holes in the garden and plant a tomato in each one.  We pat back the earth around them and pour a bucket of water around them.  Then we go inside and read a book.  When we come out again there is a tiny row of cabbage seedlings.

But what if I hate everyone?
You run away.  You pack raisins, walnuts, oranges, crackers and a flashlight in a bandanna.  You knot its four corners together and walk and walk until you come to the park.  You stay all afternoon, sitting by yourself under a tree.  When you come home again, you don’t hate everyone.

But what if someone hates me?
You feel lonely and sad.  You walk and walk until you come to a small pond. You kneel in the grass by the edge of the pond, you see something move.  You put out your hand and a tiny frog hops onto it.  Very carefully you lift your hand up to your ear and the frog whispers, “Other people love you. Maybe that person will love you again, maybe not, in any case it’s all right.”

But what if nobody likes the way I dance?
You go dancing in the woods, alone in the crackling leaves.  One day you meet someone else dancing in the woods and you dance together.  You throw leaves on each other, you lie down in the leaves.  Then you go home and draw pictures and drink warm Milk together.

But what if you die?
My loving doesn’t die. It stays with you, when you remember you and me; you say, “What can I do with so much love?  I will have to give some away”.

So you love thunder and lightning, dogs and snakes, snow and planting cabbages.  You dance with other people in the leaves and run away with them. You love them and they love you, and you eat raisins together, so yes, it will be okay. -Crescent Dragonwagon

(Mom, my brother, me … circa 1976)

One of the most fabulous women I have ever known ,who I also take great pride in calling a friend (thanks Kit), sent that to me years ago and I have yet to let go of it. Today, through another difficult time .. I found myself once again searching for it, seeking those words that would simultaneously provide me comfort and wisdom. Maybe, just maybe … someone else needed the gentle reminder too.

And the fact that it is also Mothers Day? True kismet.

Easter 1977

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Easter 1977

2007 or 2008?

Isn’t my mom beautiful?

Happy Mothers Day Mom. Thank you for your support and undying love throughout not only my life; but these difficult times.  Can’t wait to see you in June.

 I love you with all that I am…
Christy Ann

Where’s Chrysti?

Ah yes, it seems there may be a scavenger hunt out for my where abouts; rest assured, I am alive and doing well… I am in awe, at how many of you worry and check in on me. Thanks so very much — it makes my day!

So just where has Chysti been?

Published Again! - at the heART of a letter

Basking in my 15 minutes again as my latest article for Cloth,Paper, Scissors magazine is out – double the thrill since it is dear to my heart; about a project I did for my mom… more to come soon.

Buried under deadlines for several publishing opportunities, all top secret stuff of course. But when I can announce all these fabulous things, y’all will be the first to know! I do have a few teasers planned for your enjoyment though… keep an eye out here for them!

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Also, Somerset Studio has quite a few of my inchies in the new issue, what a suprise! Though no credit was given for my artwork, I will show ’em off here, again asap — Some of the ones that appear, are in this Flickr set of mine . Also will be announcing an exciting new swap for all you inchie addicts.. true to my form, it will have an exciting new twist!

Working on the 100 original covers, binding, sorting, photographing & organizing all the Skinny Book swaps! Tracking down some of the wayward participants, has turned me into A Private Investigator to boot! Speaking of, I think I may need some fill-ins…Interested? Leave em a comment, and I’ll get back to you!

Trying to write up a few lengthy, long-overdue blog posts. Thank heavens it’s not illegal to neglect your blog.

Resisting the urge to toss my $#$@%! computer through the window as I work out the kinks in the blog, gallery & forums on my site. I just wanna get them open — so many ideas, are just awaiting my touch!

Dream a Little Dream

Enjoying the crisp air of a long awaited autumn … through the lens of my camera. ( which i recently dropped, and had to replace :-( ) Check out my photography here.

Planning out new workshops that I think y’all will love! I believe, they are a breath of fresh air!

Working on a major blog re-design for here that is LONG overdue. Wish I had more creative freedom to design one though. Ah well.

Finishing off over 50 paintings in the last few months … Quite different from my usual style.

Working hard at adding over 500 new items for the store .. speaking of… I best get back to it! A girl does need to make a living after all!

Missing You! Be back to blogging soon! — Chrysti

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Seven – 7 – Sept – Sette – Siete

Number 7

1. One Digit / 7, 2. Everyones Lucky number, 3. IMG_3822, 4. Number 7, 5. 7, 6. 7 something…?, 7. 7-years – Thursday 9:02:41 pm, 8. 7 – Mantle, 9. . e l e v a t e, 10. One Digit / 7, 11. sexy silver seven, 12. 7, 13. Number 7, 14. the spirit, 15. 7, 16. Golden 7, 17. Seven, 18. Removed at request of photo owner, 19. 7, 20. 7, 21. One Digit / 7, 22. 7, 23. lens, 24. Prince, 25. Seven

“There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.”
Walt Streightiff

Tag! I’m It ….

The delightful Laurie tagged me with the sevens meme… the idea, is to list 7 random facts about myself, then tag 7 other bloggers & notify them that they were tagged, and reference them to my post. Despite recently doing the 29 random things about myself… I’ve always liked the Number 7, so here goes nuthin’….

“All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion and desire.”

My 7 Random Facts:

1). I am a sheets snob. Yes, thread count matters.

2). My favorite comfort foods (thanks Mom, and Gramma) consist of saltines with butter, fried bologna, butterscotch pudding, cabbage & noodles, potato chips burnt over a candle… but feed me breakfast foods for every meal… and you’ll have my heart forever!

3). The true spelling of my name is Christy .. however I use Chrysti and have also used kryc-t, khryctee, and many other drummed up versions.

4). I unwind at night by playing games at Club Pogo. Spades is the one i play most often.

5). Art aside, my other passion is working with young children.. especially 3-4 year olds.. they are still so genuine… authentic.. so full of light, wonder, and magic… it’s contagious.

6). I drove my mother absolutely bonkers as a child, because I was always giving away my toys to who i deemed ‘the needy’. I always wanted them back soon after too, you’d think I’d have learned my lesson the first bazillion times!

7). I had a mega famous celebrity buy my art & supplies from me over Christmas. I mean a HUGE celeb name. No, I’m not telling who! Despite the urge to, privacy should matter.

“Fall seven times and stand up eight.”
Japanese Proverb




7 People I Tag:

  1. Hope

  2. Kira

  3. Tricia

  4. Judy

  5. Gypsy

  6. Miz Carla

  7. Lisa

“The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser – in case you thought optimism was dead.”
Robert Brault

If you’ve participated in this meme as well, please let me know in the comments.. I always love learning more about y’all!

The frantically-trying-to-catch-up-and-get-things-done-maybe-even-get-ahead before my trip Chrysti

Get Your Doodle On!


“I have been doodling with ink and watercolor on paper all my life. It’s my way of stirring up my imagination to see what I find hidden in my head. I call the results dream pictures, fantasy sketches, and even brain-sharpening exercises.” – Maurice Sendak

My Doodle Journal My Doodle Journal

For as far back as I can remember, above my mother’s kitchen table, hangs the most charming framed “sketch” that I’ve ever seen.. and she created it. I have always been madly in love with it (despite numerous attempts, pleas, and batting my baby blues — my mother will not give it up — feel free to send me an email to forward onto her, begging her to bestow this upon her devoted daughter!) A fabulous house, a darling snowman, an otherwise just beautiful winter scene .. a sky full of lines, and patterns that just pull you in.. I sat and stared at this through every meal, wanting to walk right into this world.

<sigh> Mom, if you’re reading this.. I really do want that picture, and I know what you’ll say… but I refuse to wait until you die, because quite frankly it’s not ever happening.

A Winter's Night Blocked

So Sorry.. back to what I was saying…

You see, one of my fondest memories takes me through that wondrous time of being a small child, and lovingly gazing up at my mother, or grandmother as they spoke on the phone. I sat in utter amazement as they chit-chatted away .. (which was in my eyes, at the time, a seemingly very adult thing to do) all the while their hands with the aid of a simple pen made pure magic on a notebook, a pad of paper, a napkin, whatever was within reach — as they mindlessly doodled.

My Scissors The Mask

It truly fascinated me, and I so, SO enjoyed the talent that they each possessed. I was convinced (and frankly still am) that my mother’s creations (paintings & sketches as well) belonged in a museum. WOW! If these two talented women could mindlessly create such interesting scenes, textures, patterns, and beautiful lists .. imagine what would be if they set their minds to it.

Perfectly Art

And boy, did i ever, want to be them. To posses their skill, their vision, and quite simply I wanted to be all grown-up too. (Oh the naivety of a child!) I began doodling everywhere, in the shower as the mist covered the stall … I attempted to doodle the lavish worlds I saw in my mind’s eye… On paper, I would scribble hoping to make some of that “magic” I saw within the two women I most admired. As i grew older, I kept notebooks filled with quotes, simple drawings, and shapes… (my bedroom walls also bore the grunt of this obsession) filled with abstract patterns and textures… and i would genuinely lose myself within the process.

Butterfly Trail A Poor Horse

I LOVED that I had no boundaries. I absolutely loved that this was something just for me, that it wasn’t something I would be judged upon. This, was freedom.

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Somewhere along the line, I sadly lost that passion. Amidst all the to-do’s, responsibilities, and obligations we accumulate as adults I couldn’t justify a simple act that served no real purpose. Boy, was I ever wrong.

Wildflower Love Almost a Girl

For me, the joy of doing it is doodling when I want to. But if I had to do it, I’d lose the joy.” –Matthew Ashford

Bold Vibrant

As 2007 rang in, I set a goal to give myself a much stronger, basic sense of sketching.. I am absolutely determined to lean how to draw. Going back to the basics, doodling, seemed the right beginning step.

View in a Different Light Single, Pure Moment of Beauty

I grabbed one of my gorgeous journals, dropped it into my purse, along with some Faber Castell Pitt Artist Pens, and toted it everywhere I went. Doctor’s offices, the car, a coffee house, as I watch TV, wherever I have a few moments.. I doodle. I set aside time each week to sit down and sketch a tad more formally. I can honestly say, I am slowly seeing my once very poor drawing skills turn into a very raw, basic set of skills. Thrilling!

Surprise! Racoon

However, it’s not the education I love, it’s the freedom that I have now reclaimed that resonates within my soul. C’mon, how often do we truly do something, that’s for ourselves, serves no purpose other then joy, and is an act that we will not be judged upon? It’s priceless. I reap the benefits anytime I create, in how I look at things, and I feel the difference internally. It’s amazing, how the simplest of acts, can free our minds so dramatically.

The Finger Breathe In Joy

The photos throughout this post, are all pages within my doodle book.. I hope you enjoy them, as much as I enjoyed creating them. I can’t wait to look back at these a few years from now, and see how far I’ve come!

Rough Folk HeART

Now it’s your turn, find your own freedom — get your doodle on, and if you are so inclined, drop by here.. and show me what you are doing!

Someday, I'll Draw a Cat Duality

Did I mention, to get you going.. I’m hosting a Get your Doodle On ATC Swap?

Sign up by leaving a comment on this blog post, and I’ll email you with the pertinent info. It’ll be a 6/5 swap (host keeps one card), all originals ( NO Copies!) .. Due in my Hands no later then 5/30/07 … Any theme, But needs to be a doodle, or sketch.. all levels of skill are welcome! Use sharpies, artist pens, markers, gel pens, pencil (seal it though), anything your heart desires!

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Need some Inspiration?

Doodle Online:

Connect With Other Doodlers:

Visual Inspiration:

My Doodling Must Haves:

Learn to Draw:

Have a fabulous evening! — Chrysti

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Self Discovery, Art for Sale & Grief

“What happens to a man is less significant than what happens within him”.
Louis L. Mann

I often find myself stopping, taking in a deep breath, and looking at a moment or a timeframe that has just passed in sheer wonder. Self-Discovery is amazing, unexplainable thing. We set out to perform a task, a seemingly ordinary one at that… and find that we landed at a destination we never knew existed. I believe, it’s what you do with that new realization that matters.

“What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us”.
~ Emerson

I set out these last few days, to create art, purely for the purpose of selling it.. to raise the much needed medical funds my health (and sanity!) requires… While I accomplished a few finished pieces, what I gained was worth so much more. Once I let go of the “will it or won’t it sell“….”is this good enough” and all the other pebbles of negativity our inner critic throws at us… I just let go.. immersing myself in the creative process, and loving every moment of it. Though I was alone, I found that I was surrounded by warm memories of loved ones who have passed… Countless hours went by, and I emerged stronger. Discoveries, that for at least today I’m treasuring… and keeping to myself. Who better to share a secret with?

“The greatest oak was once a little nut who held its ground”
~Author Unknown

Here’s a few of the ACEO’s that I’ve created during that time… click the photo to see them larger, click the text beneath them to take you to their sale page. Whether you purchase any or not, I sincerely appreciate the look, and feedback on the pieces. And of course, I appreciate any bids as well!

 Behold The Rarest Beauty

Behold The Rarest Beauty – For Sale
One of a Kind Collectible Art Card (ACEO)
2.5″ x 3.5″
by Raleigh, NC Outsider Artist Chrysti

 Song of Wings

Song of Wings – For Sale
One of a Kind Collectible Art Card (ACEO)
2.5″ x 3.5″
by Raleigh, NC Outsider Artist Chrysti


Wishin’ – For Sale
One of a Kind Collectible Art Card (ACEO)
2.5″ x 3.5″
by Raleigh, NC Outsider Artist Chrysti

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
~Kahlil Gibran

 Her Time To Fly

“Her Time To Fly”
One of a Kind Art Squared Piece on Canvas Board
4″ x 4″
by Raleigh, NC Outsider Artist Chrysti

That sweet, sweet child was my grandmother .. we believe she was around 2.5 years old when it was taken. I look at that, and I see her eyes .. a lil bit fearful, yet so full of hope too. She had no idea then, that her entire life would be like that as well. The trials she endured — amaze me. I respect her more then words could ever speak… and above all else, I miss her. I miss her dearly.. But alas, it was her time to fly.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”
~Norman Cousins

Until tomorrow – Chrysti

Pain, Heartache & Inspiration

“Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit”
Napoleon Hill

116 años. ¡116 years old!
Originally uploaded by Fano_Quiriego.

Tell me this photograph didn’t just utterly blow you away.

Boy, do i ever miss my grandmothers.

It’s not only visually appealing… but breathtaking, inspiring, and yet still, slightly heartbreaking. A whirlwind of emotions arose within me when I stumbled upon this gem. Every wrinkle, just enhances her true beauty. Every wrinkle, tells yet another tale. I just haven’t been able to stop myself from staring at her.. Oh! The stories she could tell. I continue to wonder so many things…

What challenges did she face in her life?.. What struggles did she overcome?…. Where did she find her source of strength?….What joys, and sorrows would she share with me?…What could I learn from her?… and a zillion other questions I would ask if given the oppurtunity. So, What questions does she pose in your mind? Leave a comment, and let me know!

This absolutely amazing portrait was a much needed source of inspiration today. To be honest, it has been an incredibly frustrating 24 hours. Actually, frustrating isn’t even the right word. Disappointing, discouraging, disbelief.. are just a fistful of the terms that immediatly come to mind.

 “Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.” 
-Paulo Coelho

“An excuse is worse than a lie, for an excuse is a lie, guarded.”
-Alexander Pope

As some of you may know, I’ve been in almost constant pain due to a few severe toothaches over the past month. Daily calls, were placed to my dentist’s office… all unanswered, all unreturned. This is after months of similar troubles with their office. To make a long, boring and needlessly dramatic story short.. The first I heard from him was yesterday, when he informed me that he was refusing me treatment due “to the complexity of my needs“. He was my second to last resort. Thing is, he had no trouble working with/on me in years past. It is only when I wouldn’t commit to a $25,000-$35,000 treatment plan that this decision was apparently made. It comes down to the almighty dollar, but he’s using my disorder as an excuse. What a load of….

Trying to find dental care when you have Tourette’s Syndrome?
(my facial tics make it necessary for me to be sedated, and more time to be set aside for an appointment)
Well, it is like trying to nail jello to a tree.

Every time I am refused treatment, I feel like the 9 year old little girl I once was, that was made to stand in front of a room full of laughing kids until my tics stopped. This of course, exasperated them. Then there was the time the substitute nun attempted an exorcism on me with a classroom full of children … ahh, I don’t miss those days.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I… I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”
-Robert Frost

On most days, I am glad I had these trials to endure, they truly are part of what made me who I am today. But days like today, well.. it’s just not so easy. I often wonder why I am faced with this particular issue time & time again .. could it be it’s given to me repeatedly to allow me the chance to handle it differently? That,is a thought for another day.

Enough of my pity party .. it’s time to pick myself up, dust myself off, and remind myself of the things in life I am grateful for. You, my dear altered art community – are on that list. You never cease to stop inspiring & motivating me.

“Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.”
Henry Ward Beecher

Here’s to better things! – Chrysti