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So.

since my last post here, there have been some big changes to "Courtney Casper Letters".. but not with me, Courtney.

I got myself a fancy new website that integrates all of my stuff (all of me) into ONE PLACE.

http://courtneycasper.com

you can shop all things that are on my etsy site, you can join my newsletter, you can try out one of my NEW ECOURSES, you can read my BLOG, you can even SUBMIT SOMEONE FOR A LOVE NOTE. (or learn what that's all about.)

here's the deal. I am overwhelmed. I am just, totally humbled to have so much love and support. I hope that I return that to you in some way. it's kind of one of my life goals. to return the love right back to you, individually. somehow.

thank you. and...


you are loved. :)

CHANGE.

Friday, March 24, 2017



So.

since my last post here, there have been some big changes to "Courtney Casper Letters".. but not with me, Courtney.

I got myself a fancy new website that integrates all of my stuff (all of me) into ONE PLACE.

http://courtneycasper.com

you can shop all things that are on my etsy site, you can join my newsletter, you can try out one of my NEW ECOURSES, you can read my BLOG, you can even SUBMIT SOMEONE FOR A LOVE NOTE. (or learn what that's all about.)

here's the deal. I am overwhelmed. I am just, totally humbled to have so much love and support. I hope that I return that to you in some way. it's kind of one of my life goals. to return the love right back to you, individually. somehow.

thank you. and...


you are loved. :)

If you missed the latest "tutorial" in the Tuesday email, it's not too late! I am going to send it out again tomorrow morning to all my new email friends. :) You can go to the sidebar to join!

Here's a quick recap:

lettering pens.

they're not cheap! and if you're like me, they keep showing up with the ups guy. ;)

last weekend, I had had enough. I saw an idea online (ps if anyone one here is a pinterest expert, I need help. i don't have a pinterst. yes. you heard me correctly. i need a pinterest 101 crash course! email me!) and i convinced by husband to help me make it.

he jokingly called it the "pen holder 2000" on camera, and it's stuck. ha ha.

materials needed:

a stick of PVC or ABS pipe- i'm not sure the difference, i just wanted the black one, and pvc was white. you could do white and spray paint it! or just keep it as is. (if you're inpatient like me and cant wait for glue to dry let alone paint) So. Go to lowes or home depot and walk to the plumbing section, there will be 10ft long sticks of pipe (it fit in my mini van!) get a big cart and ask a nice worker for some help lifting. :) ps we used almost all 10 ft.

ABS Cement- which is a little metal bottle and it's more like liquid glue. it is very strong smelling so do it outside somewhere (or the garage like us). and DO NOT GET IT ON ANYTHING. I've tried to wash it out of tylers jeans before. not happening. it melts the plastic. pretty cool.

Saw- an electric saw is recommended, but i'm a determined girl and I've been known to use a hammer and nails to get a job done. ha ha true story. if i could insert a laughing crying emoji here, i would. so. i suppose any old saw would work! might be hard, but it's probably doable.

Sander- again. electric would be the best option, but i don't see why you couldn't use a piece of sand paper and some willpower :)

process:

1. Measure how long you want each stick. i just held up my longest pencil and used that as a guide.

2. cut the stick of PVC or ABS pipe to desired lengths. and you can choose how many you want. i did three on bottom, four in the middle and three on top.

3. sand the rough edges of each pipe. (they will be rough from cutting)

4. put pipes somewhere where you can keep them from moving. tyler put them on a piece of scrap wood and put a screw in at both ends to keep them still.

5. drip the cement (glue) into the creases between each pipe. "you can't put too much"-tyler The glue/cement will actually melt the plastic together!

6. build your rows separately.

7. assemble. start with your base layer, apply glue wherever the two layers will touch! stack them up. glue. stack. glue. you get the idea :)

8. resist the urge to bring it in right away. the glue only takes 15 minutes to dry, and if you can hold out 15 minutes your house wont smell like liquid plastic cement. lol (i know from experience..)


then bring her in and start organizing! i had fun digging out all my brush pens, nibs, pencils, sharpies, paint brushes, gel pens, and all the others and displaying them for.... i guess just me to admire. :)

i was feeling blah about lettering. i needed a break. i needed some other way to create. to use my hands.

if you're feeling "stuck" or uninspired, step away! try something else. crochet. cross stitch. run. build something. clean something. yoga. paint your nails. read your baby a book. try a new recipe.

those are my go-to's to getting out of a creative rut. writers talk about their blocks all the time! we can have letter blocks too.

this project shook me up enough to get back in my groove. back to creating art. back to me. :)


i'll resend the video link tomorrow morning for any new email friends that may have missed it!

happy lettering.




pen holder.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017


If you missed the latest "tutorial" in the Tuesday email, it's not too late! I am going to send it out again tomorrow morning to all my new email friends. :) You can go to the sidebar to join!

Here's a quick recap:

lettering pens.

they're not cheap! and if you're like me, they keep showing up with the ups guy. ;)

last weekend, I had had enough. I saw an idea online (ps if anyone one here is a pinterest expert, I need help. i don't have a pinterst. yes. you heard me correctly. i need a pinterest 101 crash course! email me!) and i convinced by husband to help me make it.

he jokingly called it the "pen holder 2000" on camera, and it's stuck. ha ha.

materials needed:

a stick of PVC or ABS pipe- i'm not sure the difference, i just wanted the black one, and pvc was white. you could do white and spray paint it! or just keep it as is. (if you're inpatient like me and cant wait for glue to dry let alone paint) So. Go to lowes or home depot and walk to the plumbing section, there will be 10ft long sticks of pipe (it fit in my mini van!) get a big cart and ask a nice worker for some help lifting. :) ps we used almost all 10 ft.

ABS Cement- which is a little metal bottle and it's more like liquid glue. it is very strong smelling so do it outside somewhere (or the garage like us). and DO NOT GET IT ON ANYTHING. I've tried to wash it out of tylers jeans before. not happening. it melts the plastic. pretty cool.

Saw- an electric saw is recommended, but i'm a determined girl and I've been known to use a hammer and nails to get a job done. ha ha true story. if i could insert a laughing crying emoji here, i would. so. i suppose any old saw would work! might be hard, but it's probably doable.

Sander- again. electric would be the best option, but i don't see why you couldn't use a piece of sand paper and some willpower :)

process:

1. Measure how long you want each stick. i just held up my longest pencil and used that as a guide.

2. cut the stick of PVC or ABS pipe to desired lengths. and you can choose how many you want. i did three on bottom, four in the middle and three on top.

3. sand the rough edges of each pipe. (they will be rough from cutting)

4. put pipes somewhere where you can keep them from moving. tyler put them on a piece of scrap wood and put a screw in at both ends to keep them still.

5. drip the cement (glue) into the creases between each pipe. "you can't put too much"-tyler The glue/cement will actually melt the plastic together!

6. build your rows separately.

7. assemble. start with your base layer, apply glue wherever the two layers will touch! stack them up. glue. stack. glue. you get the idea :)

8. resist the urge to bring it in right away. the glue only takes 15 minutes to dry, and if you can hold out 15 minutes your house wont smell like liquid plastic cement. lol (i know from experience..)


then bring her in and start organizing! i had fun digging out all my brush pens, nibs, pencils, sharpies, paint brushes, gel pens, and all the others and displaying them for.... i guess just me to admire. :)

i was feeling blah about lettering. i needed a break. i needed some other way to create. to use my hands.

if you're feeling "stuck" or uninspired, step away! try something else. crochet. cross stitch. run. build something. clean something. yoga. paint your nails. read your baby a book. try a new recipe.

those are my go-to's to getting out of a creative rut. writers talk about their blocks all the time! we can have letter blocks too.

this project shook me up enough to get back in my groove. back to creating art. back to me. :)


i'll resend the video link tomorrow morning for any new email friends that may have missed it!

happy lettering.





I want to start a little thing here, where we talk letters. individual letters.

because I love letters.

and if you're here you either love letters too, or you want to love letters. in this case the letter K.

before I start I have to remind you of something super important. it's the number one thing that will change your lettering game. but its also a little tough love from me to you. ready?

you have to let yourself have some wiggle room. wiggle room to not have it "perfect" today. or next week. or month.

If you're looking for the perfect letter K, or any letter for that matter, you won't find it. but you will find discouragement and frustration searching for it. I know that, because I have been there. ..

How to Get the Mini Course!
It's easy. (even for me, the most untechy person ever)
go here OR go to the side bar! and enter your name + email. This signs you up for other Mini Courses and a (very) occasional hello email from me with letter goodies. (that you can unsubscribe to at any time!)
then check your inbox! the link will be there :)

...way back when my mom asked me to make her a logo. KB Designs. K and B. my two most hated letters because they were never perfect. or done enough. or like "theirs".

I probably wrote those two letters a thousand times. and I walked away many nights at 2 am frustrated. and resigned to the fact that I would just never like them or be able to make them look right.

and then she told me she needed it in ten minutes. she needed the thing done. file created. in her inbox.

so, in five minutes I threw down a KB and digitized it and sent it. I didn't stare at it for hours. I didn't recreate it over and over. I didn't compare it to others work. I just drew it, stood back far enough so I couldn't see every "imperfect" thing about it, and moved on.

she loved it. but shes my mom, so she's 100% biased.

but. guess what.

I  loved it too.

the only thing that I can think of is that I didn't judge it so harshly. I didn't compare it to others. I didn't overthink it. I had a little faith in myself. in my art.

I hate to do this, but I can't help it.
because I am feeling like this in so many aspects of my life right now it's crazy.
in my motherhood for one.
and my business. another major one.
in my lettering. that's always there.
in my relationships.
in my faith. also always there.



we are our own worst critics. worst critics. we are ruthless! we over analyze, assume the worst, compare, judge, and get frustrated, disappointed, and if you're like me end up binge eating anything that contains sugar.

I hate it.

i'm vowing today, for today, to not do that.
to not let any voice in my head decide anything about who I am, or what i'm capable of.

and you should too.

so.

as you head over to my first ever Mini Course Lets Talk Letters: K-

remember! we're artists. and uncovering that art is in the messy middles. its in the process.

leave in the comments what letter you want to talk about next!




Lets Talk Letters: K

Saturday, February 4, 2017


I want to start a little thing here, where we talk letters. individual letters.

because I love letters.

and if you're here you either love letters too, or you want to love letters. in this case the letter K.

before I start I have to remind you of something super important. it's the number one thing that will change your lettering game. but its also a little tough love from me to you. ready?

you have to let yourself have some wiggle room. wiggle room to not have it "perfect" today. or next week. or month.

If you're looking for the perfect letter K, or any letter for that matter, you won't find it. but you will find discouragement and frustration searching for it. I know that, because I have been there. ..

How to Get the Mini Course!
It's easy. (even for me, the most untechy person ever)
go here OR go to the side bar! and enter your name + email. This signs you up for other Mini Courses and a (very) occasional hello email from me with letter goodies. (that you can unsubscribe to at any time!)
then check your inbox! the link will be there :)

...way back when my mom asked me to make her a logo. KB Designs. K and B. my two most hated letters because they were never perfect. or done enough. or like "theirs".

I probably wrote those two letters a thousand times. and I walked away many nights at 2 am frustrated. and resigned to the fact that I would just never like them or be able to make them look right.

and then she told me she needed it in ten minutes. she needed the thing done. file created. in her inbox.

so, in five minutes I threw down a KB and digitized it and sent it. I didn't stare at it for hours. I didn't recreate it over and over. I didn't compare it to others work. I just drew it, stood back far enough so I couldn't see every "imperfect" thing about it, and moved on.

she loved it. but shes my mom, so she's 100% biased.

but. guess what.

I  loved it too.

the only thing that I can think of is that I didn't judge it so harshly. I didn't compare it to others. I didn't overthink it. I had a little faith in myself. in my art.

I hate to do this, but I can't help it.
because I am feeling like this in so many aspects of my life right now it's crazy.
in my motherhood for one.
and my business. another major one.
in my lettering. that's always there.
in my relationships.
in my faith. also always there.



we are our own worst critics. worst critics. we are ruthless! we over analyze, assume the worst, compare, judge, and get frustrated, disappointed, and if you're like me end up binge eating anything that contains sugar.

I hate it.

i'm vowing today, for today, to not do that.
to not let any voice in my head decide anything about who I am, or what i'm capable of.

and you should too.

so.

as you head over to my first ever Mini Course Lets Talk Letters: K-

remember! we're artists. and uncovering that art is in the messy middles. its in the process.

leave in the comments what letter you want to talk about next!





something that I wish someone would've told me when I first started lettering was to stick with what you love.

I feel like there is this pressure to use what "they're" using, or to create something like "that" using "those pens". I did that. I bought all sorts of crazy colorful brush pens. I tried them out. which is good, because it gave me confidence in my style. and it solidified what I loved.

so. there are lots of great brush pens, techniques, colors, styles of lettering out there, brushy bristled brushes are some of my favorites.

these three are (from left to right)
Bimoji Bristled Brush Pen, Pentel Fude Medium, Pentel Aquash Fine.


the Aquash is my favorite.
the Bimoji is my second favorite.
and the Pentel is my third favorite.

These three will give you that brushy look that you see me use a lot.
it isn't for everyone.. but is definitely for me.

Whats your favorite brush pen?! I know the Tombow Dual Tipped pens are popular. or what about a sharpie stained ?! (big difference than the sharpie brush pens )

whatever your jam, my advice to you is:
try a bunch of pens, styles, and techniques. and find what feels like you, feels comfortable, inspires you and you will start finding art in your letters and words.

:)

bristles.

Monday, January 30, 2017


something that I wish someone would've told me when I first started lettering was to stick with what you love.

I feel like there is this pressure to use what "they're" using, or to create something like "that" using "those pens". I did that. I bought all sorts of crazy colorful brush pens. I tried them out. which is good, because it gave me confidence in my style. and it solidified what I loved.

so. there are lots of great brush pens, techniques, colors, styles of lettering out there, brushy bristled brushes are some of my favorites.

these three are (from left to right)
Bimoji Bristled Brush Pen, Pentel Fude Medium, Pentel Aquash Fine.


the Aquash is my favorite.
the Bimoji is my second favorite.
and the Pentel is my third favorite.

These three will give you that brushy look that you see me use a lot.
it isn't for everyone.. but is definitely for me.

Whats your favorite brush pen?! I know the Tombow Dual Tipped pens are popular. or what about a sharpie stained ?! (big difference than the sharpie brush pens )

whatever your jam, my advice to you is:
try a bunch of pens, styles, and techniques. and find what feels like you, feels comfortable, inspires you and you will start finding art in your letters and words.

:)





I've been sitting here for awhile now. my kids are playing together peacefully (miracle) and i feel like there's something in me that wants, needs, to come out. i'm sitting here, waiting. i'm in the dark. but i can feel light so close i can almost form the words. i can almost make sense of my heart beating just a little bit faster than usual. i can almost reach in and hold on to whatever is in that heart and put it into words.

i have felt this way a lot in the last two years.

waiting. just on the edge of light. maybe the light has been waiting for me. maybe it waits patiently for me to open the door. to jump over the barrier. flip the switch.

sitting in the dark, often behind a wall i built myself, i feel lost. but there is this moment when i can almost feel what being found will look and feel like.

about 6 months ago, i was behind a wall. i built it myself, brick by brick.

i was lost. i was so lost. i was spinning. i was hitting myself against the wall, over and over again. but then i began to think the darkness was light. my eyes adjusted. my soul adjusted. my life started adjusting....

but just like sitting and waiting for these words to form, in the in-between, i had a moment where i saw the wall as a wall. i saw the dark as dark. i saw my life as it was. i could see broken as broken. wrong as wrong. lost as lost.

and then... i was found. in the same moment. all of a sudden i could sense light, just on the other side. i could almost touch it. i could remember what it felt like to have that light in my heart, saturating my soul.

i hungered for it. i wanted it. i needed it. i no longer wanted the dark.

unbricking the wall was hard. some moments i just wanted to give up. it felt awkward to remove the mortar, to lift the brick and toss it aside. it was exhausting work. i cried a lot.

it reminded me of a time when i was newly married, pregnant, and we were really poor. my husbands aunt, knowing ty is really handy and that we needed the money, offered to pay him to remove and repour some concrete in her driveway. together, we removed a large section of concrete....  each little chunk took so much effort. he would use a jackhammer, and i would use a pick ax, and we chipped away at it, slowly. it was cold outside, and this was by far the most strenuous work i had ever done.

after we finished, i got into the car, and sobbed.
my hands were bloody. my back ached. my arms were shaking. i was cold and felt weak. physically, mentally, emotionally. i couldn't even feel any sense of accomplishment, i could only feel tears. i can't explain it, but even now, i feel that moment. i feel the weight of it. being painfully aware of our circumstances in every ounce of my heart and hands.

as i decided to break down the wall i had built last year, it felt much the same.
so much the same.
i expected to feel a sense of accomplishment at each brick removed. a breakthrough with each peek at light. i expected to see God every step of the way. i expected it to get easier, for sure. that i would get a system down, develop new, easier, painless tools to crush through it. i definitely expected it to take a few days. i expected to walk away scratch free. to live happily ever after.

that's not how being found works for me.
the moment of being lost and found is hard. exhausting. and there are scars left behind. there are ghosts of memory and painful moments between being awake and asleep. that middle time when you are on the verge of light, but still standing in the shadows. it hurts. it hurts in deep places we don't like to look at.

but the light.
when you step into it, the feeling is overwhelming.
it is everything. and for me, it seems that right as i'm about to give up, to collapse, is the moment of light saturating my soul. it is piercing. like leaving a movie theatre at 3 in the afternoon in the summer. (you know the feeling?!) it is the kind of found that takes a minute for your eyes to adjust to the light. it takes a minute for your heart to adjust to the love. it takes a little while to be comfortable there. to remember what life looks like and feels like and lives like in that light filled place.

our lives are a constant ebb and flow. i used to question that. i used to hate that.
i'm learning that ebb and flow, light and shadow, it's okay. it's just a part of life. it's a how God reaches us. it's how he pushes us. how He calls us to create art in our lives. in our relationships. in the people around us.

maybe you're not a wall builder. but i bet you have your own "thing". you have your own struggles. your own creator of shadow. your own demons to face. your own lost.

but you also have your own found.

if you're waiting in the dark but can almost feel light just out of reach... it's there.
if you're at that point of collapsing, or giving up, don't.
sink into God. i believe that light is there, waiting. waiting for us to find it. reach for it.
to want it more than air. to be willing to hurt for it, need it, work for it.
to fight through the awkward, the unknown, the shadows.
to spend more time on our knees in prayer.

for me, letting the word lost define where i was, allowed the word found to be there too. to recognize the truth of where i was, what i had built and done, opened my heart enough to let God lead me to be found. i stopped hiding. i stopped lying to myself. i stopped justifying, ignoring and covering my eyes.

in the moment i was lost and found.
and standing where i am today, even when the shadows call to me, i know i am found, loved, and safe in the light of my Savior. in His arms. engraved on His palms.

and so are you.














more than air.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017





I've been sitting here for awhile now. my kids are playing together peacefully (miracle) and i feel like there's something in me that wants, needs, to come out. i'm sitting here, waiting. i'm in the dark. but i can feel light so close i can almost form the words. i can almost make sense of my heart beating just a little bit faster than usual. i can almost reach in and hold on to whatever is in that heart and put it into words.

i have felt this way a lot in the last two years.

waiting. just on the edge of light. maybe the light has been waiting for me. maybe it waits patiently for me to open the door. to jump over the barrier. flip the switch.

sitting in the dark, often behind a wall i built myself, i feel lost. but there is this moment when i can almost feel what being found will look and feel like.

about 6 months ago, i was behind a wall. i built it myself, brick by brick.

i was lost. i was so lost. i was spinning. i was hitting myself against the wall, over and over again. but then i began to think the darkness was light. my eyes adjusted. my soul adjusted. my life started adjusting....

but just like sitting and waiting for these words to form, in the in-between, i had a moment where i saw the wall as a wall. i saw the dark as dark. i saw my life as it was. i could see broken as broken. wrong as wrong. lost as lost.

and then... i was found. in the same moment. all of a sudden i could sense light, just on the other side. i could almost touch it. i could remember what it felt like to have that light in my heart, saturating my soul.

i hungered for it. i wanted it. i needed it. i no longer wanted the dark.

unbricking the wall was hard. some moments i just wanted to give up. it felt awkward to remove the mortar, to lift the brick and toss it aside. it was exhausting work. i cried a lot.

it reminded me of a time when i was newly married, pregnant, and we were really poor. my husbands aunt, knowing ty is really handy and that we needed the money, offered to pay him to remove and repour some concrete in her driveway. together, we removed a large section of concrete....  each little chunk took so much effort. he would use a jackhammer, and i would use a pick ax, and we chipped away at it, slowly. it was cold outside, and this was by far the most strenuous work i had ever done.

after we finished, i got into the car, and sobbed.
my hands were bloody. my back ached. my arms were shaking. i was cold and felt weak. physically, mentally, emotionally. i couldn't even feel any sense of accomplishment, i could only feel tears. i can't explain it, but even now, i feel that moment. i feel the weight of it. being painfully aware of our circumstances in every ounce of my heart and hands.

as i decided to break down the wall i had built last year, it felt much the same.
so much the same.
i expected to feel a sense of accomplishment at each brick removed. a breakthrough with each peek at light. i expected to see God every step of the way. i expected it to get easier, for sure. that i would get a system down, develop new, easier, painless tools to crush through it. i definitely expected it to take a few days. i expected to walk away scratch free. to live happily ever after.

that's not how being found works for me.
the moment of being lost and found is hard. exhausting. and there are scars left behind. there are ghosts of memory and painful moments between being awake and asleep. that middle time when you are on the verge of light, but still standing in the shadows. it hurts. it hurts in deep places we don't like to look at.

but the light.
when you step into it, the feeling is overwhelming.
it is everything. and for me, it seems that right as i'm about to give up, to collapse, is the moment of light saturating my soul. it is piercing. like leaving a movie theatre at 3 in the afternoon in the summer. (you know the feeling?!) it is the kind of found that takes a minute for your eyes to adjust to the light. it takes a minute for your heart to adjust to the love. it takes a little while to be comfortable there. to remember what life looks like and feels like and lives like in that light filled place.

our lives are a constant ebb and flow. i used to question that. i used to hate that.
i'm learning that ebb and flow, light and shadow, it's okay. it's just a part of life. it's a how God reaches us. it's how he pushes us. how He calls us to create art in our lives. in our relationships. in the people around us.

maybe you're not a wall builder. but i bet you have your own "thing". you have your own struggles. your own creator of shadow. your own demons to face. your own lost.

but you also have your own found.

if you're waiting in the dark but can almost feel light just out of reach... it's there.
if you're at that point of collapsing, or giving up, don't.
sink into God. i believe that light is there, waiting. waiting for us to find it. reach for it.
to want it more than air. to be willing to hurt for it, need it, work for it.
to fight through the awkward, the unknown, the shadows.
to spend more time on our knees in prayer.

for me, letting the word lost define where i was, allowed the word found to be there too. to recognize the truth of where i was, what i had built and done, opened my heart enough to let God lead me to be found. i stopped hiding. i stopped lying to myself. i stopped justifying, ignoring and covering my eyes.

in the moment i was lost and found.
and standing where i am today, even when the shadows call to me, i know i am found, loved, and safe in the light of my Savior. in His arms. engraved on His palms.

and so are you.















okay.

I obvisouly love words and letters. letters to make words, and letters themselves. I am inspired by lettering, and the raw emotion and words that they bring up for me.

if i'm being honest, I will tell you that I found massive amounts of healing and growing and a place of walls crumbling through lettering.

I am a wall builder by nature. I like to tell myself that it's a defense mechanisim. I can build those suckers fast and they are sturdy.

they wreck my life.

and this is where LETTERING enters.

hand lettering has a way of breaking down those sturdy walls for me. words and letters open up a space, a little trap door, that I can jump through to escape being trapped and wrecked behind the walls.

as I discovered what I wanted to do with this new thing, I made the decision to teach. I wanted others to discover what I had in lettering. a creative release. a trap door.

SO. LETS TALK INK.

I never thought that I would love ink so much. (you never know, unless you try!)
I talked about the aqaush + ink a few posts back.
but what about the different kinds of ink?!

I used to say, all inks are in fact created equal.
I lied.
kind of.

in order form left to right:
speedball india ink, Higgins, Bombay black, Bombay white, Sumo Ink & ProArt India ink.
okay.
 I actually do love that giant bottle of Speedball India Ink.
it's black, and versatile, and cheap for the amount you get! it would probably last you a lifetime.

the Higgins Inda Ink isn't so bad either. it isn't the cheapest, but it's quality stuff. a good thickish thin ink that dries pretty fast!

Bombay India Ink is my go-to and most used.
I don't know why, I just like the consistency. it dries super fast (which I need!) and it lets me have lots of creative power. I can make my strokes really black, or light grey. it's a really pretty ink.  however in White, it seems a bit thin. maybe it's normal. I haven't experimented a whole lot with white ink.

Sumo Ink is intense stuff.
not quick drying, and I think it's actually meant to use with  a calligraphy nib. it's suuuuper black though, and thick, so makes a pretty burshy look. it's fun to play around with! (if I have the patience to let it dry...)

proart  india ink is AWFUL.
I don't even think it was that cheap either! SO thick. yuck.
boo.

India ink can be used with all sorts of synthetic or natural brushes. paint brushes, aquabrushes, calligraphy nibs, I even like to use my Sharpie Stained pens with them after they run out of ink ;)

So. there you have it.
my muse.
black ink.

who would've thought?

if you try any of these, be sure to tell me which ones you loved!
and add your favorites if you don't see them in the comments.
:)

happy lettering.

& remember...


you are loved.


couldn't help myself.


ink.

Saturday, January 21, 2017


okay.

I obvisouly love words and letters. letters to make words, and letters themselves. I am inspired by lettering, and the raw emotion and words that they bring up for me.

if i'm being honest, I will tell you that I found massive amounts of healing and growing and a place of walls crumbling through lettering.

I am a wall builder by nature. I like to tell myself that it's a defense mechanisim. I can build those suckers fast and they are sturdy.

they wreck my life.

and this is where LETTERING enters.

hand lettering has a way of breaking down those sturdy walls for me. words and letters open up a space, a little trap door, that I can jump through to escape being trapped and wrecked behind the walls.

as I discovered what I wanted to do with this new thing, I made the decision to teach. I wanted others to discover what I had in lettering. a creative release. a trap door.

SO. LETS TALK INK.

I never thought that I would love ink so much. (you never know, unless you try!)
I talked about the aqaush + ink a few posts back.
but what about the different kinds of ink?!

I used to say, all inks are in fact created equal.
I lied.
kind of.

in order form left to right:
speedball india ink, Higgins, Bombay black, Bombay white, Sumo Ink & ProArt India ink.
okay.
 I actually do love that giant bottle of Speedball India Ink.
it's black, and versatile, and cheap for the amount you get! it would probably last you a lifetime.

the Higgins Inda Ink isn't so bad either. it isn't the cheapest, but it's quality stuff. a good thickish thin ink that dries pretty fast!

Bombay India Ink is my go-to and most used.
I don't know why, I just like the consistency. it dries super fast (which I need!) and it lets me have lots of creative power. I can make my strokes really black, or light grey. it's a really pretty ink.  however in White, it seems a bit thin. maybe it's normal. I haven't experimented a whole lot with white ink.

Sumo Ink is intense stuff.
not quick drying, and I think it's actually meant to use with  a calligraphy nib. it's suuuuper black though, and thick, so makes a pretty burshy look. it's fun to play around with! (if I have the patience to let it dry...)

proart  india ink is AWFUL.
I don't even think it was that cheap either! SO thick. yuck.
boo.

India ink can be used with all sorts of synthetic or natural brushes. paint brushes, aquabrushes, calligraphy nibs, I even like to use my Sharpie Stained pens with them after they run out of ink ;)

So. there you have it.
my muse.
black ink.

who would've thought?

if you try any of these, be sure to tell me which ones you loved!
and add your favorites if you don't see them in the comments.
:)

happy lettering.

& remember...


you are loved.


couldn't help myself.



we are currently in the weirdest winter in like twenty years.

maybe I've never said, but I live in the Pacific Northwest in a little town called Basin City about twenty-ish miles from the Tri-Cities.

we're farm land. dry, desert, & lots of dust.

this winter, we are buried in snow and ice. I never knew what freezing rain was until this winter.. basically it starts to rain little pieces of ice, and then it accumulates until everything is covered in a blanket of solid ice.

I haven't left the house in three days.

three days.

school has been cancelled and i'm afraid we're going to be in school until july.
(this is one of my biggest fears, because I just really am not a fan of school, and I reeeeeeally love summer.)

anyways.

this morning, school cancelled again, and feeling stuck, I caught myself staring out my bedroom window at the main road.

no cars were driving by like usual.
everything seemed so quiet, and frozen, and I felt stuck.
no routine.
no trips to target.
no more Nutella. (my kids boycott any sandwhich besides Nutella + peanut butter)
no driving with my windows down.
no early morning runs.

and then I just had this need.

I needed to drive on the ice.
just to test it out.
see what it was like to spin my tires.
maybe I could get somewhere. maybe i'll laugh at everyone else stuck in their homes. i'll live a little reckless, and feel some adrenaline rush through my veins. maybe it'll be an adventure.

as I heard my two littlest girls start fighting, probably over the little plastic minie doll again, I snapped back.
i'm not 16.
I don't need to be reckless to feel alive.
to feel free.

I spent the majority of my 16th and 17th year being reckless. spinning my tires. throwing caution to the wind. I don't know what I was looking for, or searching for, or trying to be free from... but I can say now looking back, it was reckless.

as I walked away from the window.... I felt that familiar feeling.
and for a brief minute, it felt like welcoming a friend. a part of me that comes up from time to time. she's reckless. she longs to be on the move. she wants a version of freedom or spontaneity. she wants more and more. she wants to swallow up the world and spin her tires on the ice. with no plan. no thought out end goal. with caution left floating behind her.

there have been times when I hated her.
Ive tried to bury her, or demand her to leave me alone. sometimes I let her take over and walk me down roads I never imagined I would go. She is just a part of me, and I don't know why. I don't understand her all of the time, but I cant deny that she's there.

fatal flaw.
she has been my fatal flaw before. I have let her walk me close to the edge of a cliff, daring me to jump. she makes my heart pump and feel invincible.

but I think that maybe our fatal flaws can actually be the thing to create magic in us.
she dares me to dream big.
she pushes me to accomplish the impossible.
she calls me to chase adventure grabbing my husbands hand and bringing him with me.
she is why I love art.
road trips.
and last minute fun or trips or sparkling cider at midnight.
she makes me brave enough to give a hand written card to a stranger in the Wendy's drivethrough.
she breaks down walls so i'm able to have heartfelt, raw conversations.
she tells me it's okay to cry, and to be vulnerable.

yes. at times she has felt scary. and tempting. and I have given her permission to make things messy and unnecessarily hard.
but.. even then.
I am who I am because of those messy hard moments.
I learned, and grew.
I love harder and forgive more freely.

a wise man said in a sunday meeting recently that we don't need to change who we are.
I know his words didn't just touch my heart, but probably every person sitting in that room. we aren't told that often.

what a powerful invitation-
accept yourself.
love yourself.
you were perfectly created, by God, who loves you perfectly.

he then said, that yes, there are times when we may need to change what we are doing, or not doing. but we don't need to change who we are.

what does that mean to you?

to me it means that I can keep little miss reckless and fun and free, around. I don't have to have shame when she decides to come over. or tame her. or erase her. I don't have to ignore her, or force myself in the opposite direction of her.
I can accept her.

and still not drive on solid ice.

ground breaking, I know.

i am learning to "love the skies I'm under"...
without hiding the parts of me that long to seek new skies.

and i'm finding, the more i love all the parts of myself that are, even if i don't know why they are, and looking at them as a gift from a loving Father who created me...
i am not walking towards cliffs anymore.
i'm not driving on ice.

i am being...

me.

who i was created to be. i'm doing what God wants. i'm hearing His voice. i'm seeing how to use those "fatal flaws" to be and do what He designed me to do and be.
to give to others.
to write.
to teach my kids about windows down and road trips.
to dream.
jump.
trust.
forgive.
and love.


look, we may have been created perfectly, but we're not perfect.

but i'm starting to believe and see the beauty in our imperfections.
how the messy and hard and scary connect us, and create art in us.

so. from me to you.

you don't need to change who you are.
you are art.

your "flaws" are the messy beautiful color that can glorify God.
if you let them.









reckless.

Thursday, January 19, 2017


we are currently in the weirdest winter in like twenty years.

maybe I've never said, but I live in the Pacific Northwest in a little town called Basin City about twenty-ish miles from the Tri-Cities.

we're farm land. dry, desert, & lots of dust.

this winter, we are buried in snow and ice. I never knew what freezing rain was until this winter.. basically it starts to rain little pieces of ice, and then it accumulates until everything is covered in a blanket of solid ice.

I haven't left the house in three days.

three days.

school has been cancelled and i'm afraid we're going to be in school until july.
(this is one of my biggest fears, because I just really am not a fan of school, and I reeeeeeally love summer.)

anyways.

this morning, school cancelled again, and feeling stuck, I caught myself staring out my bedroom window at the main road.

no cars were driving by like usual.
everything seemed so quiet, and frozen, and I felt stuck.
no routine.
no trips to target.
no more Nutella. (my kids boycott any sandwhich besides Nutella + peanut butter)
no driving with my windows down.
no early morning runs.

and then I just had this need.

I needed to drive on the ice.
just to test it out.
see what it was like to spin my tires.
maybe I could get somewhere. maybe i'll laugh at everyone else stuck in their homes. i'll live a little reckless, and feel some adrenaline rush through my veins. maybe it'll be an adventure.

as I heard my two littlest girls start fighting, probably over the little plastic minie doll again, I snapped back.
i'm not 16.
I don't need to be reckless to feel alive.
to feel free.

I spent the majority of my 16th and 17th year being reckless. spinning my tires. throwing caution to the wind. I don't know what I was looking for, or searching for, or trying to be free from... but I can say now looking back, it was reckless.

as I walked away from the window.... I felt that familiar feeling.
and for a brief minute, it felt like welcoming a friend. a part of me that comes up from time to time. she's reckless. she longs to be on the move. she wants a version of freedom or spontaneity. she wants more and more. she wants to swallow up the world and spin her tires on the ice. with no plan. no thought out end goal. with caution left floating behind her.

there have been times when I hated her.
Ive tried to bury her, or demand her to leave me alone. sometimes I let her take over and walk me down roads I never imagined I would go. She is just a part of me, and I don't know why. I don't understand her all of the time, but I cant deny that she's there.

fatal flaw.
she has been my fatal flaw before. I have let her walk me close to the edge of a cliff, daring me to jump. she makes my heart pump and feel invincible.

but I think that maybe our fatal flaws can actually be the thing to create magic in us.
she dares me to dream big.
she pushes me to accomplish the impossible.
she calls me to chase adventure grabbing my husbands hand and bringing him with me.
she is why I love art.
road trips.
and last minute fun or trips or sparkling cider at midnight.
she makes me brave enough to give a hand written card to a stranger in the Wendy's drivethrough.
she breaks down walls so i'm able to have heartfelt, raw conversations.
she tells me it's okay to cry, and to be vulnerable.

yes. at times she has felt scary. and tempting. and I have given her permission to make things messy and unnecessarily hard.
but.. even then.
I am who I am because of those messy hard moments.
I learned, and grew.
I love harder and forgive more freely.

a wise man said in a sunday meeting recently that we don't need to change who we are.
I know his words didn't just touch my heart, but probably every person sitting in that room. we aren't told that often.

what a powerful invitation-
accept yourself.
love yourself.
you were perfectly created, by God, who loves you perfectly.

he then said, that yes, there are times when we may need to change what we are doing, or not doing. but we don't need to change who we are.

what does that mean to you?

to me it means that I can keep little miss reckless and fun and free, around. I don't have to have shame when she decides to come over. or tame her. or erase her. I don't have to ignore her, or force myself in the opposite direction of her.
I can accept her.

and still not drive on solid ice.

ground breaking, I know.

i am learning to "love the skies I'm under"...
without hiding the parts of me that long to seek new skies.

and i'm finding, the more i love all the parts of myself that are, even if i don't know why they are, and looking at them as a gift from a loving Father who created me...
i am not walking towards cliffs anymore.
i'm not driving on ice.

i am being...

me.

who i was created to be. i'm doing what God wants. i'm hearing His voice. i'm seeing how to use those "fatal flaws" to be and do what He designed me to do and be.
to give to others.
to write.
to teach my kids about windows down and road trips.
to dream.
jump.
trust.
forgive.
and love.


look, we may have been created perfectly, but we're not perfect.

but i'm starting to believe and see the beauty in our imperfections.
how the messy and hard and scary connect us, and create art in us.

so. from me to you.

you don't need to change who you are.
you are art.

your "flaws" are the messy beautiful color that can glorify God.
if you let them.









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