Color. Nature. You.- Creatively Hue
Painting Flowers and Self-Expression
I’m here going over my week and the lessons I’ve learned. I won a liquidex hard body acrylic paint bundle pack. Blick Art Supplies always hosts giveaways. I have been entering always thinking I’ll win. I won. I’m supper excited to use my paint. I had to share my win because, yes it’s just a giveaway but I’ve been feeling hopeful and enjoying my journaling. This is a small step toward my roses project.
More on abundance mindset on Sunday’s post.
Siempre,
Mireya
For this session, I got out my crayons and swatched them. That made me smile and excited to draw! My set is missing a few blues, pinks, and greens but I didn’t care. I was smiling inside and ready to draw! I picked up a crayon and sketched the photo I was referencing. The title of the photo was rosy pink. I was feeling rosy and pink.
I did a second sketch. I tried to Layer and blend. I broke a few crayons in the process. I’m going to work with watercolor tomorrow. Crayons are fun but painting has my heart. Crayons are great for sketching and planning color schemes. Maybe I should get a Crayola educational watercolor set?
Quick question? Have you ever done a painting-a-day challenge? Comment below. Thank you for reading. I’m going fully into this roses project. I’ll be posting every Wednesday, Sunday, and sometimes more because I have much to share. Make sure you subscribe and tell a friend.
Siempre,
Mireya
There is strength in letting go and painting. There’s pink, purple, blue, and a little sparkle. These colors are the creativity, faith, and play that should be in every painting session. I layered, splattered, painted and you know what, this is the best painting I’ve done in a long time. I say best because this is me, my ideas. Yes, my influences come from everywhere. But I’m not painting with outside forces. It’s just me. It’s the tools. Sure I’m holding the brush and gliding it along the page but the idea takes over. It isn’t about me. It’s the idea.
Kute Blackson had this amazing quote in one of his posts. Surrender your attachment to the outcome and get into the flow. Yes! That is what I did for this painting. I need to keep going.
Siempre,
Mireya
Always take time to smell the flowers.
Life is colorful
Daydream and dance
Isn’t life wonderful
Think of all the flowers in your neighborhood
Think of all the flowers in every city and country
Now that’s a love, a language that’s understood
What would the world be without roses, chrysanthemums, tulips, peonies and sunflowers
Let’s not forget the butterflies and the bees
We are different, the same, a masterpiece, now that’s power!
Thanks for reading my poem, my writing and for being a fan. If you haven’t please subscribe. Find me on Pinterest ad Instagram. I want to see your art too.
Siempre,
Mireya
This is more of a note to self but I suppose there are others in this world who need these words too.
Left over Valentine’s hearts?
It was an idea from the start!
Teacher said green, blue, yellow or brown
The students painted with black, purple scribbles and lines
Would the tree turn out fine?
What would other teachers say?
But the children, not once did I hear is this is ok?
There were moments of look at my work.
Friendships were mended.
Quiet voices transcended.
It was like a spanish word and its accent
How does one make a masterpiece?
Tune out the noise.
Place with posie
Serves me right, well
For the chilren, I mean artists, are the swellest of the swell.
They know that a Valentine is a leaf with heart.
I have never been into the dark side of halloween. Sure I am fascinated and intrigued with Anakin and Darth Vader. I am more of the harvest, pumpkin patch, and pumpkin cupcake kind of girl. Halloween costumes are a chance to step into the shoes of your favorite characters. You know the characters that make you wish you can roam the halls of Hogwarts. I’ve always wanted to be the aristocratic woman who refuses to live by societal norms.
Of course now I see that halloween is a reminder to always play and that we can always borrow the bravery, inspiration,wisdom and so much more of what it truly means to be you. Yeah. These characters bring out what we long to be. it’s our spirit that remidns us, I’m always here. I don’t know what you’ve been doing paying attention to all their nonsense but I’m here. Keep making art. Keep creating. I got you.
What does halloween mean to you?
I’ll share a few fun halloween crafts later.
Say! I do paint purple flowers. Purple is the color of creativity and spiritual growth. Purple is magical and royalty. Purple was only for a few in the times of kings and queens. Only for a few? Magic and creativity lives in all of us. Power doesn’t come in a crown. Power comes from your inner being. Power comes from, yes I’m getting all Sar Wars, power comes from the force that binds us all. I should paint more purple flowers, lots more flowers!
What a Sunday morning! I woke up early. I wrote for an hour or two…love when I lose track of time. Thoughts on my mind, feeling…not me. Not sure what it was or why it was there BUT as I wrote my whole body was peace. I hadn’t created much this week. Then I browsed my collage paper and cut out some petals. Let my eyes do the sorting and pasting. Later on I worked on collage. As I arranged a pink petal next to a peach one, my whole body was peace.
That’s it! I need to create. I literally need to create. I was stuck in the days where I had my list, my goals and daily projects. The inner peace is always with me. Outside forces don’t matter. A true artist creates always. There’s no time or right supplies you just do it. It’s like the song that was written in a restaurant on the back of a napkin. In a way it’s magic. Guess I needed to understand and now that I do I can move forward. Speaking of magic I wrote a few words on the color purple. Yes I wrote some good words for the book. That’ll be tomorrow’s post. Have I painted purple flowers?
This is one of my favorite pieces. It’s the color. It’s the texture. Peacocks don’t like snakes and yet they’ll fight them to the end to protect their territory.
Oh what of my horse. Horses run wild and free. That is all I long to be.
Let these be a reminder of my awesome book. Yes I am proud of my childhood curiosity coming to life in this book. I want to get back to creating and be responsible for my inner experience. I can’t ride two horses at once. No matter where I go no matter what I do the peace I feel when I go for walks or when I paint, that is always with me. I feel it now as I write. I feel it when I work on collage. Ok so this weekend I’m putting together the first rough draft of ,There’s room for all of us. Now’s an excellent time. I have my warm white acrylic ready to paint sunflowers.
Thanks for reading. Now I’m going for a walk. What does fall mean to me? Should I submit a piece for an art exhibit? The deadline is tomorrow.
Hello sunshine
Hello breeze
Hello trees
Hello ideas
Hello curiosity
Hello imagination
Hello pink paint
Color. Nature. You.- Creatively Hue 