I think I got my groove back. I threw out three sheets of paper, good watercolor paper. I kept painting. Take your time. Paint. See what the dagger brush can do. Wait a minute, that’s what helped me! These blooms are filled with faith. All week I hadn’t painted a single bloom worth sharing. All were filled with wonderful ideas. My flowers just weren’t blooming, yet Today in moments, my blooms were back, I restocked a warm white acrylic paint and ready to paint this weekend.
Finger painting. Paper rolls. Flat brush. Clouds. Scraps of paper. Scrappy sponge. What do all of these ideas have in common? PLAY. For the past few days I’ve been painting. I always paint, every single day. These past days I haven’t had a single bloom that I want to share, scan or add to the shop. I did do a little writing for the color book. The writing is good. I like the writing. With the painting, it felt like I had to paint. I no longer have the entire day to paint. My best ideas, my best artwork happens when I have time to play. I miss the days when the ideas keep coming and I don’t want to run out of paper. I suppose that I forgot to simply let go and paint. I’ve played for 5 minutes or 10 minutes.
Yes this post and all of these projects are examples, reasons to let go and play. Surrender. We don’t need to be perfect because we’re not. We don’t need to have answers. We just need to pick up the brush and paint. Ok this post was my hold up wait a minute breath moment. Now I’m going to go finger paint some flowers.
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.
Last night I was exploring the color brown. Beautiful browns and I made them with pinks, purples and blues. Yellow Ochre had a little something to do with it. All the color mixing had me thinking about my marker sketches on brown blue-lined kindergarten paper. There are so many ways to draw a flower. There are so many types of flowers. What would the world be without either one? There is a reason why nature is so unique. We are unique. There’s room for all of us is a great book! Now I’m going to write it.
So anyway, these are my ideas, a mess. I’ve written ideas here. I’ve written ideas there. I’ve written everywhere. Someday soon, in about three months it’ll be a book. Three months? I got this.
You’ve got to, especially in the intense moments. Right now I want to pause, take a deep breath and think of all the projects yet to come.
Lovely shades of blooms,
You make me feel like when I gaze up at the moon
Oh yes there are poems to write
Nonsense and doubt. let go of that fight
Feed your body
Feed your mind
The world is ours so now it’s time to paint!
There’s room for all of us.
It’s going to be a great book.
Ok time to go eat and work on the color book.
Can I just paint like this forever. Is this me feeling the love that I have for others and really an appreciation and love for me? Yes but it’s also what I feel when I go for walks and see the colorful blooms and soft swaying of the trees.
I don’t know what it is about these days but I’ve been feeling an inner peace even more. I picked up the paint brush. I mixed up pinks and painted. It’s not perfect. It can be messy. Paint and paint I did. It’s painting like this that makes me say, you see, you’re a visionary artist and you were born for this.
Painting doesn’t make me happy or mad. Painting gives me this state of being, it’s peace. When I can share that it’s even better.
Oh we are getting more members in the creatively hue community. I haven’t figured the right name for our tribe. I love the idea of a tribe because in a tribe there are totems. Everyone gathers together by the fire, telling stories of the greats. There’s spirituality and everyone is connected. Say, maybe I do have an idea! There is many more blooms to come.
I painted some beautiful love you-pink-flat brush blooms. You’ll see them in a few days. Anyway I started a new book. I’ve been working on the book but now there’s a deadline. Yes it’s a color book. Oh, There’s room for us all is a good title. Different is Beautiful, my other book, I use animals to show how everyone makes this world the beautiful wonder that it is. I’ll express the same concept in the color book but with color. We need everyone to make this world go round. It’s the world is a rainbow filled with many colors song. We only have to learn how to work with them, not them but us, how to work together. This book will be a holiday gift for every artist because not only will you learn how to mix color but you’ll welcome and trust who you are.
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A few weeks ago I painted papers. This was a sheet of brown school paper. I tested several papers. The petals and stems were painted in watercolor. The idea is that we create our happiness. What makes me happy is the simple act of being in the moment enjoying the process. Painting calms me and brings me peace. My only thinking is the idea. I simply create and that’s a happy day.
What makes you smile and do a little dance?