I hadn’t taken my morning walk in a few days and had a lot on my mind. One of them, what to do next for art. I wanted something quick and simple.
I have smoke stamps software and use them for many things other than just smoke. I see many different shapes in the stamps and this is what I came up with today.
Do you see what I see?
Plumes of smoke doth not fill the air
They lay, foretelling the vision
Of the mind’s eye
The subject and the artist
Subject and Artist
I have been wanting to post for a few days now and I have talked myself out of it several times. No, this won’t be a boo hoo, sad sob post, but an acknowledgement. One that I have known for as long as I can remember. It’s in the title of the post.
As an example.
On some of my morning walks, I walk past a construction site. Right around Thanksgiving, I’m walking and look up and noticed pumpkins on top of a hill. The type of hill that is formed at a lot of sites as they move soil in preparation for the work, or soil that is hauled in.
Now, for one of the things I’m really bad at, not capturing the moment, I smiled and kept walking and for several days since. But as December rolled in, something must have dropped on my head because I took a couple photos.
It seems different now than when I first spotted them up there and could be why I’ve talked myself out of writing the post. But what I find more intriguing is the fact that either these construction workers put them up there or someone else did and they are still there.
In the end, it’s really nothing but pumpkins on a hill at a construction site. But at the same time, it really is…something.
As promised, I’m sharing those four canvases I started a few days ago. I actually finished them two days ago but didn’t bend under my own pressure of feeling the need that I have to post every day.
Personally, I’m a little mixed on how I feel about these, but they will go on my wall, I will look at them and they will inspire me.
Since my last post, I have been working on those four canvases that I had no agenda for at the moment. Of course all of that time was not spent on them. I had to get some ‘me’ time in there somewhere.
I play Animal Crossing New Horizons and for some time, like a lot of people, had not played for months. Then I find out a new update was on the way with some features that really sounded intriguing. So I decided to fire up the game, kill some cock roaches, pick weeds and get ready for the update. All while my villagers are telling me how much they missed me and how I must have ‘fallen off the edge of the earth‘ (not really, but they did give me a word or two about my absence and my snooties gave me mean looks).
One of the new features is having the option of villagers inside your home. I have found on a couple occasions, hard to get them out once they are in for the visit. Sometimes they will follow you from room to room and really make themselves comfy with book reading…in every room. I’m either ready to quit the game or finish up on some of my daily tasks, they seem to have no intention of leaving. I realize by now that continuing to talk to them in hopes they will say it’s been fun but time to go on their own, never comes. So I do this…
That was a few days ago and I had to do it again a couple days later with another villager.
The update is nice. It has made the game fun to play again. Maybe I’ll share more adventures ahead although I’m not good at staying on top of that. I play, not share…but we’ll see.
I currently have no idea what these will look like as a finished project. My main goal here is motivation. To get back to this or what other crafts, ideas or writings that will come across my mind. I’m constantly throwing ideas about something around inside my head, but I have a bad habit of mostly not jotting it down or better yet, pulling out my phone and taking notes or photos.
I’m one of those who thinks I won’t forget that idea…how wrong have I been over and over again (stubborn). I’m old school. When I grocery shop, I have a hand written paper list. Now I have upgraded to a list on my phone when I intend to do a larger than 5 item shop. That’s something, right?
Well, I will work on these and as soon as they are finished I will be sure to share.
OK, so the world must really be flat and I fell over the edge.
It’s been almost 3 years since I’ve written anything here. I’ve been a stranger on most of my social media apps as well. A lot has happened and I was witness to it all but decided not to address any of it in writing because I’ve been in a place…a space. Floating after my free fall from the edge of earth, again because it must be flat…at least it must have been three years ago.
But during this past year, I’ve done a lot of thinking, searching and a lot of nothing as well. I tried keeping busy in some way or another. I added a new platform to my Instagram account to focus on just my artwork and found a community of like minded souls that helped to fuel my ambitious, artistic appetite. They helped me to realize the importance of knowing that art is as different as people.
It is what you make it to be. It gives each of us an opportunity to “See Things For What They Can Be”.
I really want and need to get back to what I love. I know it won’t be easy. I’ll have to push me. Get mad at me. Motivate me.
At this moment, right now, I’m angry with myself and that’s a start.
Now if I can just hang on the edge long enough to muster the strength to throw my leg up, I can get the rest of me back on solid ground.
Him n Her
Many people think, at the cusp of a relationship, it will be all hearts and roses.
Sure the beginning for some if not all, is just that.
Hearts aflutter, butterfly stomachs, star gazed eyes, sweaty palms and minty breaths.
Then there are times when you just don’t know which direction
the relationship is going.
You can’t seem to agree on anything, nor can either of you head in the same direction.
Being on the same page is out of the question. Hormones and testosterone bouncing of the walls,
oozing through pores and doing everything but meshing in unity.
And so it goes, except…..
……sometimes things can really get ugly.
Oh, you thought is was bad before? Well just hang on tight because now confusion sets in to a point of
confusion and hands get thrown into the air as if to say…I give up! Not only are you going opposite ways,
but you’re blindly making choices that make no sense other than to get back at the
other or just to be mean….oh yeaaah!!!
It’s just a cluster at this point.
Then something happens that maybe no one expected or hoped it would.
You find yourselves meeting in the middle with compromise.
All is not lost after all.
Love is still in the air…really. What happened after the love at first sight
and after the turmoil is what was always there in the midst of confusion.
The middle, the center, the firm foundation that started it all.
Hearts filled with love.
Relationships are like jobs. You have to work them with every tick of time.
Now…..#whatruworkinon
Love’s piece cannot define that which it exhibits with love’s peace
Love is by the worth it gives as receiving to love
Smoldering hearts heated cores to burn for love
Sensations to ends of nerves endings heightened
Yet be it exuberance, to still the senses to pause, reflections
Whatr U Workin On 