I had the most amazing day wandering around sketching all of the flowers I saw. I didn’t just see yellow roses. I saw this gorgeous tone of yellow. There were these magenta roses but none like a magenta I’ve ever mixed. These are the colors I dream of. Oh, that would be a great activity for my journal. The day was warm and the birds were singing. These are the moments where I’m like… can I live this every day!
Then it was on to a rustic stone house and a recurring thought every time I roam a museum. What stories would these walls tell me? Is there more than what the exhibit reveals? It was magic being in a room where poets, authors, singers, filmmakers, nature writers, and artists once lived. Yes, there was diversity in what they did but I shall never forget who they were. Many of these famous visitors were women! Not just women but Native American and Asian women. Charles Lummis was an advocate for diversity especially for Native Americans.
And all that led me to ponder the legacy and history I am part of. I am proud of my heritage. I am all things nature and spiritual. I am a teacher of character, peace, and mindfulness. I am a learner. I am a visionary. I am an expressive floral artist.
At this moment I want to paint flowers the way they make me feel. The poet in me sang,” Let’s show up with this powerful love and paint.”
It was wonderful to explore today! I have ideas and a color palette I will be working on this week. Interesting how I have never been able to fill about the about me description like I just did. I felt so good that I walked into an art store and didn’t buy anything. I have enough paint. I have the peace. Let’s do this!
Now it’s your turn! Who are you and what do you do? Comment below.