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March 18, 2013
“The Color Green”

Over the weekend I experienced a lot of the color Green. As an artist I love color! But like a favorite song, which plays over and over again a color over-use loses its appeal. Green is the color of life, of fertility and wakefulness!! This Saturday some of my loved ones ran with me on a four mile “Running of the Green” race in celebration of St. Paddy’s day. It was so much fun, so exhilarating, even though I was slow. I felt so much love and pride for my family. Then off to the NY City my husband and I went, to sleep over night and for him to run his NY city ½ marathon. We arrived there with much traffic, very over stimulated with noise and COLORS that is the norm of the city combined with the honking horns left over from the St. Patrick’s Day parade. We walked a long time in the wet Spring brown snow, trying not to bump into the very drunk parting parade folks where green, green. I was aching and knew I had a cold now settling into my bones. Green. I woke up very early and went out into the sea of people, and applauded the runners for many hours. My husband was one of the first runners. I wasn’t green with envy no. I was blue from cold. I was proud deep in my heart for him, so fast, so competent. I was feeling proud of my husband, proud of my loved ones the day before. I wonder what the color of pride is? But being so chilled with a fever now, I was more blue then anything, So up the elevator I went as I watched out the window, at the ant like runners trotting by, absorbing the impressions that I tucked away into my mind’s eye for possible expression in creative form. I seek the cozy crimson color for warmth now as I blow my nose and wait out the cold. After all variety (of colors) is the spice of life.

March 15:
Sweet Yellow Tulips

Today I saw yellow tulips peeking out from some spring bulbs I put in water and stone about a month ago. What is it about new life that is such an essential part of the human spirit? The bulbs looked sweet and I smiled and felt hope. New life is like the creative force that pulses when I wish to interpret the environment onto canvas. It is the emerging of the wait, like birth.

March 14:
Teases of rain then flurries in the air, getting ready for a burst of new life. Last night I joined some of my loved ones in the evening, my two grandchildren running with their parents in the strollers, six year old step-son also having races. I have to redefine who I wish to be and tune into who I am. I am a hands on Memere who loves deep. I am also spirit filled and young at heart. I don’t have examples from family so I look to my gut and to others…We are meant to be free in our bodies. This felt expansive, running, laughing, even shivering with the Spring gusty winds. I remember this. I try to show these impressions in my art work. If I did not experience then a loneliness and dark rains I would not enjoy the clear new Spring air with my love beat loves ones.

Well the rain is continuous today, started last night and here it is 4pm, and it still slams the land. My backyard is soaking, dismal… I always feel everything so deeply, everything. I am raw and it is hard to be me. My art work reveals some of the soul interpretations. I look at the trees; I study the trees for my art work. They seem sad…too. I enter into the wetness with my dog, all wet and smelling like a rug, all day. Time to dig deep. I remind myself this continuous plummeting rain brings the new flowers. My art studio is beckoning as I am put on hold with my running group. There is something to say for multitasking.

Today is warm and it is Monday. I am flat lined creatively and physically probably from yet another insomniac restless night sleep where I try to solve everyone�s in the universes problems but I ache creatively also, which seems like an oxymoron. There is transformation on many levels. I read this poem today and want to share:


One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men... They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in� They stand up to injustice. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideas. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give.. HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH. ~anonymous

Sunday are good days. It is the conclusion and the connection in many ways. But I am in panic mode as well. My energy does not meet the needs to what I need to get done so I tell you all now to strip away all that isn�t important. Life is good and helps us. Today I thought I had to have an unscheduled celebration and it fizzled out. God is good. So I loved on my husband even more then visited some of my children and grandchildren.

I am running now about 4 miles. I have done a � marathon. I am NOT athletic; I suffer from flat feet, bones spurs and a herniated lumbar disc with boughts of fibromyalgia. Hum buggy--- so the Irish pride does play a part here. I say ��hey, watch me, I may be a slow tortoise but I Do it.� I want to be an example to my children and grandchildren. I want to make a mark before I leave this planet. I am very good at rhythm and pulse and tuning in however. Therefore I am a decent dancer and I do yoga. I am ARTIST!   Why do I run at my age with my issues? It is that �heart on my sleeve thing again. But how much is connection to my aliveness and my core to the higher power and how much honestly is self-flagellation? I asked this of myself today as my knees screamed at me. I run for love of my spouse and I pray when I run, I pray through the pain. I also feel proud of my internal strength afterwards. So I suppose like anything intense, it is a paradox. On one hand the notion, �I can� comes the next thought: �I think I will.� An excerpt from Julia Cameron�s writing about the Artist�s way says, �The artists has a vision and that vision includes the successful completion of the art that is in mind. An artist is like a lover who cannot pause to entertain the possibility of being spurned. His whole impulse to love.� So is there a connection with love and creativity? Both elements are powerful in my nature.

8 March
Nelson Mandela has remarked that we do no one any favors hiding our light and pretending to �be smaller than we are.� When the creative power moves through me I wish to expand, but I also want to hide and contract because it is very uncomfortable for me to be in the light. It is more comfortable for me to push my loved ones into the light, helping. Being brought up Catholic we are taught to be humble. And being brought up with a twin sister I was constantly resented if I did shine. I wanted to be loved so I hid. When I write this down it sounds quite silly. I need to resist this desire for approval and love. We are spiritual beings and when the spirit evolves we need to, we must create and shine our light. I think I need to cooperate because we will feel the pinch of the spiritual �dis�ease� (if you will) That is what makes me blue sometimes I think. I am feeling like in quicksand, very stuck when I am in the war of when to expand and when to contract. Creativity is God s nature and our own. We need to know when to surrender.

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Isis Art Studio is a Guilderland-based studio run by Patricia Trudeau. Isis Art Studio focuses on the complexity of expressing one�s inner self through unleashing creativity. Patricia Trudeau, an awarded artist herself, teaches classes and is also available for commissions. For more information or to book a session, please contact Patricia:
Email: Isisartstudio@gmail.com
Phone: (518) 456-7651
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Commissions
Commissions are priced individually by quote. Each quote is determined by the size of the area to be painted, the material requested (oil vs acrylic paint), and the number of sitting in order to complete the project. Patricia has done several comissions of various sizes including the St. Ambrose school entryway and the wall in Marisa�s Pizza in Guilderland. To set up a free estimate, please contact Patricia.

Open Studio
Aspiring artists are invited to utilize Isis Art Studio�s Open Studio time. A relaxing and near-meditative environment allows for the most creative environment. Anyone coming to open studio is expected to bring all art supplies. Easels WILL be provided.
Cost: $10/hr


Classes
Two different classes are offered through Isis Art Studio. Classes are booked in either one or two hour sessions. Contract and registration are required prior to taking any class. All levels are welcome. Each course is broken down into either 6 or 12 classes.

Course 1: Isis Drawing and Painting Technique
Throughout the course, students will learn contour drawing, gestural drawing, and upside down version, perspective, and color theory. These elements will provide the student with the necessary tools, exercises and direction to begin the journey of expressing oneself through art. We will use graphite pencil, charcoal, acrylic or oil paint and water color. A list of art materials will be provided. Books used are Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain by Betty Edwards and The Artist Way by Julia Cameron.
6 Week Option for 1 hour class: $180, due prior to first class (30/class)
6 Week Option for 2 hour class: $360 (60/class)
12 Week Option for 1 hour class: $300 (25/class)
12 Week Option for 2 hour class: $600 (50/class)

Course 2: Isis Journey: Expressive Art Series
The classes will take the student at their own pace exploring, uncovering and discovering one�s inner vision and voice. Topics explored include Spiritual Electricity, Creative Evolution and more. Materials will be discussed at consultation/registration. Books used are The Zen of Creative Painting by Jeanne Carbonetti and The Artist Way by Julia Cameron.
6 Week Option for 1 hour class: $180, due prior to first class (30/class)
6 Week Option for 2 hour class: $360 (60/class)
12 Week Option for 1 hour class: $300 (25/class)
12 Week Option for 2 hour class: $600 (50/class)