Sharing a painting I did the other night. After not feeling like painting for some time.
Rarely do I plan what I'm painting. This was no exception. I even wanted to scrap it before I really began. I spray painted the canvas red, then added dark blue spray paint. It looked awful lol.
I continued to stare it unsure what to do next.
Idk I'll add in some silver sparkle paint... this is better
I then decided I draw a tree.... but as I took that black paint to make the trunk I just let my body move and next I know I'm using a loofah with white paint, painting a moon and butterflies and then using the loofah again for the blue paint.
I don't have a tree.... well not in a traditional tree since.
I rarely know what I'm painting until I'm finished and I get to see it as I would seeing someone else's painting.
Even when I do plan what I'm painting, it rarely turns out like I planned.
Rowdy wanted to play and Ronin was too busy sniffing and peeing on everything....
Not sure I want to share on fb. Lots of changes happening, some things in limbo. Been a roller coaster for a few weeks now.
Today was a magical day in the pasture! Rowdy was having the time of her life doing zoomies. Watching her race around, and tail flying, was pure joy.
Seeing her play reminds us of the simple pleasures in life. If you need a smile today, just picture her galloping, full of energy and spirit. 💖
Hi, I just rewrote my about page. Wrote it last week and lost it. 🙄
You can view it here:
https://zaviasstudio.locals.com/about
I'm looking forward to playing around in this space and getting to know you.
My short trip to Vegas showed me something I hadn’t fully seen before, my drinking hasn’t been about fun. It’s been about escape. Not from people. Not from family. But from a place that feels like it's slowly suffocating my spirit.
In Vegas, I laughed, danced, wandered, felt inspired… all without a single drop of alcohol. Why? Because the environment fed me instead of draining me.
It wasn’t the booze I craved. It was aliveness.
Now I see it clearly: when the soul-starving stops, the self-medicating does too.
So I did a thing…
Back in the day, I used to ride a Ninja. Then life happened.... a move across two states forced a decision: ride it all the way there or sell. I sold it, thinking I’d be back in the saddle soon after settling in.
Yeah… “soon” turned into 20 years.
But guess who’s back on two wheels?
Here’s to rediscovering freedom, one ride at a time.
And may my stress be taken away… like Calgon, but louder and with a little more throttle. 🏍️✨
