an art journal of an expressionistic spirit
it's me, it's you in creative fun
What gives me a breeze? Painting is my breeze. Life is a breeze when I paint. I can walk among the trees, be cold in thought and suddenly the warmth of the sun makes my spirit dance. In that moment I am complete. I am free. Then there’s the times when I see the petals of a rose breezing in the sun. It’s these little details that make life a breeze, a breathe of fresh air.
This is the rhythm that reminds you that we are truly one.
Siempre,
Mireya
There are three parts of living in a beloved community:
Love is the most important of all three. When you love yourself and when you love others there’s peace. You make mistakes and you learn to grow. Greatness, my word of the year is really about love. Oh, but sitting in silence or walking among the trees and all their breeze helps me think, come back to love. And responsibility, seeing the error of my ways or understanding what my spirit needs, that is important too. Beloved is a great word!
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
the unexpected.
Yes think like the kid who knows
Love letters for the soul. I like that idea. I wrote this letter/ poem call it what you want, but I wrote it a long time ago. It is now a little book. When I say self love I mean taking care of you!
I am releasing my books this spring and will be doing lots of fun art projects to celebrate. One of these will be to rewrite this letter for a poster and print. I am excited to share.
The first attempt at a Redbud tree didn’t work out. This happens often. The second was a fail too. The third is the charmer. I had some leftover shades of pink. I started writing words.
Glad I did? Now I have a quote for the shop. I could hang this up on the wall behind my pink chair? I see it in a square frame. Ok, now I’ll scan and clean it up a bit.
Much Better. Note to self. Perfection is Photoshop. Boring.
Just enought to, now that’s what I was thinking.
Today I am working on a the final project for a typography class. My goal is to refresh my memory and improve my work. I started taking notes recalling the course details and the poster samples. Then I realized, wait a minute, where’s me in this poster. What would I like to do with this poster? I want to be able to fulfill the intention of the the project and have fun too.
I like color and texture. I can create a Tiger texture. The eyes of the tiger would be my focal point. Instead of the typical block lettering I could handwrite? Add a little blue, teal perphaps in the hair.
The Rocky Saga is my favorite. What I would really like to work on is a record or album cover.
What am I working on this week? I need to publish the edits. I’ll be working on an Owl, lemonade jug and lettering. I want a few art supplies.
I have an idea for a pink chair.
At first I wasn’t sure how to draw a chair. I drew many. Now I have a chair that I like.
Now I have a chair that I like. I keep going back to the You are loved theme. The idea keeps changing. I want a book that is filled with positive thought provoking images.
Sometimes you’ve had a long day. Too Long. You go through the day wanting to close your eyes and rest. When you do get the chance you breath relief. Many times I circle Disneyland. It’s hot and I’m thirsy looking for a place to sit. When I finally do it’s always a breath of fresh air.
With every bite or sip I wonder of all the people sititng nearby. What brings them here? Are they happy? Am I?
Where did I get the idea to paint a olive leaf crown? Maybe it was in my research? I’ve been going over the places where I’ve noticed hearts. The one I keep drawing and trying to get right are the white iron chairs at Disneyland.
I sitll want to draw and paint a pink chair perhaps. I love Disneyland because every little detail is reminder of fun. play, love, and magic. It is easy to walk the park and feel Walt’s words.
That gives me a whole new idea for this chair. AND so Olympians used to wear crowns of olive leaves. I can only imagine how it feels to win. You work hard. Endurance is beyond words. You focus and you go where no one else can, above what you can do.
No we are not all Olympians or Walt Disney but as teachers, artists, dreamers, Imagineers, Doctors, Lawyers, Officers, Firefighters, friends, mothers, daughters….we all are olympians in one form or another.
Kindness is golden. We can do way more than what we give ourselves credit for. Here’s my gratitude for all who have been kind to me. Here’s my gratitude for all who inspire my work and for those who deter it. For it is you who give me the greatest lesson…to keep on.
I’m taking this creative innovation class. These words really spark my curiosity.
Your problem is likely not your ideas, but your skills for pitching ideas to others.
Many books on creativity are surprisingly uncreative.
My answer to both is practice. Practice helps you work through idea after idea until you arrive at IDEA! I speak from experience! Today I had this leftover paint. I painted lilac. Wait, that was a good practice too! It didn’t work out but I wanted to enjoy the experience and explore. I now have wonderful Lilac and two quotes! I’ll finish up the lettering but the ideas are awesome! The best part is we all struggle with this. This never gets old. Many times we stop at a mess and toss it out. What we really need to do is work through. It’s only after the mess that THE IDEA happens. The idea that works. There are no messes. There are works in progress. CREATE.
Have a good week! I’ll be on a another round of editing for Different Is Beautiful! Working on more Creative Exploration for You Are Loved.
One last edit for the book. Dance. Show ’em your moves. It’s important to dance your dance. Dance like no one’s watching or dance like they’re watching and you could care less.
an art journal of an expressionistic spirit 