Time and Light Switches

Monday has become my favourite day of the week. I spend all weekend doing my best attempt of resting my brain and something it works and sometimes it doesn’t. I’m prone to burnout, I become obsessive with a project or hobby and then before I know it I’ve become sick of the activity or just too tired to think anymore. I’m still learning how to rest, where the balance is between keeping up the momentum and preventing a burnout. So Monday is my favourite, because I spend all weekend not writing and not art-ing and when Monday hits I can finally get back into the thick of it.   This past Monday was no different, I had spent the weekend before doing jigsaw puzzles and I was bursting at the seams with excitement to write. It took me about an hour to settle down before I could actually focus and get to writing. I was so darn excited.  I’ve been working on this particular writing project for a month now. I started it on March 1st and I can now confidently tell you a little bit abo...

It’s snowing again. Just when I had come to love the long dark winter, I’ll be leaving it behind in my rear view. I don’t want to leave anymore, but I can’t stay here. I don’t have to go but I can’t stay here and it doesn’t make much sense. It’s snowing, and March is almost out the door, as if it knew I needed one last chance to say goodbye. I don’t like saying goodbye .   I’ve been waving all my life and watching life pass me by in the mirror of a moving truck. I’m sick of it. I just want to say put, want to know what home feels like, what having something to go back to is like. I don’t know how many houses I’ve lived in, I’ve lost count and I don’t want to leave anymore.  I don’t even know when the leaving will really happen, I’ve been standing too close to the edge though. I don’t want to leave. But I can’t stay. It wasn’t the house pictures, wasn’t the packing boxes, or packing tape, it was the snow. The snow and that it may be the last I ever see here, that’s what did...

  Here is the three year bonus celebration post! Time and Light Switches is three years old today and its time to celebrate!  I've been talking about my sky series of paintings for months now, so to celebrate here's the photos of the series!  <- In a Blue Moon  Sky is Falling -> <- Sailors Delight  Blue Sky's -> <- Sun Setting  Stranger Danger -> <- Oh The End When I was seventeen and in my final year of high school I had a senior project to do for my art class. One of the ideas I had was to depict all the different stages of the sky's colours in a whole day. Starting from the rising sun and ending in the pitch of night. As you can see I took that idea from my original painting, that I did over six years ago, and stretched it as far as I could. I ended up with 5 distinct variations.  This series was much fun to create and I am excited to move onto the next idea in the future! Thanks again for coming along on the journey and happy c...

March 17th 2020 was the first day I posted to Time and Light Switches. I don’t remember it as being a very eventful day, it was a day like any other except that I took a leap of courage. I didn’t know if this blog would amount to anything, or even be read than anyone other than my parents, but three years later I’m still going. Not because I’m viral and popular, I’m not, but because I want to be the hero I needed growing up.   I started blogging because I wanted to put myself and my writing out there, hoping but not really knowing if it would mean anything or go anywhere. My first post “Away I Went and Away I Came” was written about my experience having left home for 6 months and the coming home. It was a strange time and it took a lot to process and except. I started this whole blogging thing talking about my emotional process and journey. But after awhile things changed.  I had talked and wrote and screamed into the void that is the internet about all my different emotio...

Last week already feels like a life time ago. The deeper I delve into my creative process the less time seems to matter, or more so the less time seems to stay linear. Next week will be Time and Light Switches 3rd birthday or anniversary, and I can’t quite believe its only been three years and I can’t quite believe that I’ve kept this up for three whole years. So come back next week for a bonus something on Friday.   I didn’t start my creative process writing, in fact if you had told 15 year old me that I would write a blog and keep it up for three years I would have laughed in your face, but we all change. I started out painting. It’s the form of creative outlet that I always retreat to in moments of difficulty. And the first love I will never get over. But all my lifetimes worth of painting knowledge doesn’t always translate to my writing process. Showing a story in one picture and having to convey the entire thing from start to finish in one go it a skill I’ve gotten good at. ...

The creative process is wild. Much like life it is full of mountain tops high and valleys low. The highs feel like swimming amongst the cosmos and the lows are a kin to bleeding out on the dirt floor in the centre of hell. It’s intense and dramatic, and honest.   The creative process is not for the faint of heart. And I could say I wish someone had warned me, but they did. Every step of the way they tired to convince me that life would be easier if I took the past most walked. And every day of my life I stood in defiance choosing to die on this hill, ready to make my way as an artist if it killed me. There was no amount of convincing, no thing that could have been said to me that would have warned me off living the creative process. I’m too stubborn.  So this was how I felt on Tuesday, and Monday, and it was very intense. I had hit a roadblock, a challenge and a speed bump that I had not anticipated. I was on my usual kick and grind trying to write my book and it just was...