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 pink paint
I posted about this yesterday but this bloom deserves it’s own post. I should have scanned this bloom before I threw it out. Yes I threw it out. Sometimes I over analyze the idea. The stigma is too big. I painted with iridescent white when I really wanted a warm white. Only now I wish I hadn’t.
Sometimes ideas work
Sometimes they don’t
It’s not about the rules
It’s not about judging fools
It’s about doing what you’re doing
bravely in the light
It’s everything but a fight
Oh sometimes there’s struggle to choose
With me you’ll never loose
Oh my, I like writing these poems. Yes you are responsible for your inner experience, Wow so deep and the words of a post from Kute Blackson. Yes love you and know that the trees, breeze and tonight’s moon and stars love you.
I’m ready to add new work to my shop and paint. It’s going to be good.
Your best work comes when you allow it to. You have an idea of the outcome but you are open to the bigger better changes that happen when you just paint and see what happens. That’s why I like painting paper roll blooms because you never know wat will happen until it blooms.
You can touch the moon
You can fly like Peter Pan
What ever you wish
what ever is your desire
there is always a way to make it happen
Maybe not the exact dream
oh thank goodness for
Yes think like the kid who knows