Love making these flowers. So easy to make and different beautiful petals every time. I’m posting this right now because I need a reminder to keep creating keep making art. I am my best tool. Here’s to creating more. Here’s to just making art and being you.
This week was weird. I find myself wanting to fully connect with my authentic me. I started a great audio book, Swagger. There’s been a few words of brutal honesty. I had to calm myself with Gospel Morning’s Love podcast. Last night’s evening stroll was a game changer. Always is. All the podcasts have been about love. Everything leads back to love. Love my authentic me, my authentic child soul who wants to draw all day long and share it.
This week I painted a few butterflies, paper roll flowers, an Allium and I still want to paint another, and abstract brush stroke flowers.
The other day I went for a walk. I was deep in thought. I often am. I heard birds singing. Then a pink bloom or a peach bloom gets me. Suddenly I stop and each breath is love. It’s almost like that friend who calls you up. Sometimes you call them. You ramble about the days events just to get them of your chest. You ramble on about your fears and doubt. You dream. You dream the impossible. You let go. No judgement. No fear.
The great part is that there’s always nature. She’ll always give you a breeze or if not a warm hug. Or a rain dance … I could go on.
Hope you enjoyed these blooms. If you want to purchase the artwork go to the shop page. Are you a subscriber? It’s almost my birthday. I ‘ll probably give away a few books.
A few days ago I painted, or should I say tried to paint a galaxy. The galaxy part was good but the lettering, I need practice. Lately I have been doing this red paint sketching. I have a big bottle that needs more using, especially now that I know how to mix up beautiful pinks. So I had an ok painting day. I painted for at least a few hours. Here I painted for like 15 minutes, no ideas, just some paint and a willingness to play. With the galaxy I painted with the notion that it had to be a certain way instead of seeing what happens. Surrender to the idea?
This morning I came acroos a familiar post, really familiar. The artist created a beautiful pot of flowers and all in collage. Yes I zoomed in on the details because I love collage but ,maybe it’s the glue I use, my images aren’t as smooth as I want them to be. There I was admiring. Then I read the post. She was unsure of her work because she has a hard time illustrating flowers. So I commented. It is always this voice that downplays what we do. It happens when we compare our work to the realistic photo. She replied yes it is always the voices and when I think it has to look like the photo.
This happens all the time. This experience is a relief because it’s just nonsense in your head. Quiet the voice and paint. My stigmas or the centers of the flowers are different. I felt the urge to want them the same size, like the image. The top one is an oval. Keep going. Why I love the flowers is the color. Have you ever walked along someone’s yard and noticed such melody. I am noticing tones of pink and peach. Lovely! How does nature get it so right?
The problem solver of this comparison is to keep making and trust your own work. Sometimes you have to guide yourself to keep going and see what happens. The best!
Wow this must have been a new toy post. My palette looks messier. The messier the better. There’s hardly any paint left. I love the greens and blues so much that I will be ordering tubes, The colors are so vibrant. It must be the honey. I may keep this palette but break it apart and make it work.
I love the new one but it’s thin and there’s not enough mixing roon.
I have been feeling sick these past few days. I haven’t painted but one look makes me smile. I am building a list. Publishing a few more books. Lots more to come.
I like the shapes and the color. To know that there’s a whole park in Barcelona filled with these colorful tiles is even better. These days I have been painting one idea or three. Sometimes I struggle with what to paint. I want to focus and be great. It isn’t a struggle so much as an idea that the best happens when I simply pick up the brush and see what happens. Is such simpleness unique?
We all begin with an idea of how to draw flowers. We scribble. We insist on black, purple or every color of the rainbow. We are born lovable, creative and curious. We fly to the moon or sail the seas in a cardboard box. Then comes the days when we stop drawing, stop having fun. This book is for creatives who say they can’t draw. It is for creatives who are in search of their best work. Perhaps creatives who struggle with creative block. This book is about the freedom that comes from play. This book is a reminder that when you truly observe the world around you, you’ll understand that there is no “right” way to draw. You’ll understand that different is beautiful. There is possibility in all of it. I am in search of my best work. I am realizing that it is already here, always has been. It is I who needs to keep showing up every single day.
(I wrote a summery soon to be ebook on my experience and I am not looking back. )