Lisa Swifka

Northern Calif gal. Artist. Wife. Mom to 2 cats and a dog.
Living the best and most artful life I can!
I dream of a studio with an ocean view one day.
I have been doing art since I could hold a crayon and believe my Mom was the biggest influence on my creativity growing up. I love to try new things or put a new spin on something already done.
I am always seeking joy and love the company of women friends. I feel it is imperative to have a "tribe" of kindred spirits to help feed ones soul.
I believe laughing is good medicine.
I believe ART is a cure for whatever ails a sagging spirit.
I am an amalgam:
I am a mixture of centuries and whimsy and fantasy and clouds on a blue sky day and the ocean waves and dolls and teacups and deep discussions and meditative moments and wind chimes and a porch swing. I am imagination and dreaminess and circus acts and puppet theatre. I am picket fence and secret garden and window gazing and story writer.I am a bustling city and the quiet mountains and pajamas and fabulous handbags and bare feet and bright colors. I am nostalgia and modern and shabby chic and Zen. I am fairies and Buddha and birds and mermaids and gypsy. I am the scent of lavender and Coco Mademoiselle and music and dancing and moons and stars. I am up the hill and down the hill and complacence and restlessness. I am friendship and loyalty and care and sensitive and strong and mild and tears and temper. I am travel and books and home and movies and trees. I am green grass and sand and wildflowers and floating mist and jeweled hues and soft and heart. I am wonder and curiosity and knowledge and thought and learning and confused. I am candlelight and chandeliers and bowler hats and sari scarves and organized and messy and talkative and unspoken. I am glue and fragile and broken and unbroken and character and silly and logical and thought provoking. I am listen to and listening and keeper of secrets and open book. I am needle and thread and paint and brushes and fabric and clay and sun and momentous and inconsequential. I am there and here and hidden and out front. I am wings and breeze and water and humming and kittens and gazing balls. I am hand holding and hug squeezing and kiss on the cheek and wild and alternative and same and different. I am old books of poetry and novels about love and illustrated images and abstract photography. I am gnomes and seashells and Goddess and plain and striped socks and red shoes and baskets of treasure. I am feathers and heart shaped rocks and bits of glass and cell phone and ceramic mugs and hennaed feet and dangly earrings and long hair and white cotton. I am clothes on the line and lists and sleepy and wide awake and cloth napkins and aprons and gravel roads. I am farmhouse and beach cottage and land and a patch of grass and Chinese parasols and Mad Hatters. I have long hair and green eyes and too young to be old and too old to be young and computers and fountain pens and treasure hunts and squeals. I am laughter and hydrangea and garden gates and secret stories and cupcakes and crying and lemon water and whispers and exclamation. I am enchanted and bubbles and magic wands and frivolous. I am dappled forest and glistening stream and rocks and colored glass and pretty boxes and beaded trim and crowns and Queens and ballet. I am out and in and up and down and sideways and round and round and over the top. I imagine and dream and shut down and shut out. I am a best friend and a good wife and a confident and earth mother and highly charged and impatience. I am turquoise blue and lime green and fuchsia and royal purple and orange peel. I am thinker and mindless and intuitive and scared. I am Lisa. I AM AN ARTIST/stortyteller, my calling, my passion, my lifelong blood and my every breath.
I AM a whimsical bohemian.

I love blogging and I love meeting other bloggers. I love comments and emails and hearing what you have to say. I don't always get a chance to respond to comments but I cherish all of them and thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to stop and let me know you were here.

Love, Lisa XOXOXO