Writers need to keep every snippet of wonderment they can muster. 🧚🏽♀️🦄 That’s where the diamonds are buried.
Not everyone does, you know. Some adults think that those little human “beans” should sprout somewhere else, anywhere but in their close proximity.
Yes, children are loud and can irritate and inflame every nerve to the point where anti-inflamatories don’t work.
Children are curious to a fault – “How come?” “Why do I haf-ta?” “What’s that?” Those questions sometimes makes us grown-ups feel stupid because we don’t always have the internet at hand for research.
But I know that children are magic.
They help us remember what our long-ago years were like.
They remind us of that feeling of satisfaction when the “ah-ha!” moments pop out of nowhere land.
They refill our imagination bucket with all kinds of sweet nuggets of creativity.
Three years ago and four grandchildren later, ribbons of creativity, once hidden in my DNA, have sprouted again. Thanks to those growing “beans,” the product of their influence is now available here.
Thank you for taking a look.
I decided to look up one of my favorite words along with my favorite poet. Here’s what I got:
What? Emily Dickinson hasn’t posted anything within 14 days??
And then I thought of how we rekindle our own imaginations – through the eyes of children, of course.
Then, I thought of Shel Silverstein.
But this is my all-time favorite:
And, by the way – Just because Emily hasn’t posted in a while doesn’t mean she’s not alive.
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Although my body has never been flexible (can’t blame age for that one) I like to think I’m flexible in my thinking. But not always.
My opinions on important matters have remained constant – my position on gun safety, on child advocacy, on human rights.
And many things I used to love I have put on a shelf – Bikram Yoga, pilates (well, not too much love for that one), Italian lessons, playing piano, playing a djembe, oil and acrylic painting.
Not writing. I will always write. Now, however, I am focusing on children’s stories instead of novels.
I am learning more about photoshop, embroidery, Netflix.
One thing I know for sure: Change is constant.
And damn, I love that about this world.
Photoshopped for my children’s book, What Happened to Ten, a work in progress.
If you bring your experiences to the surface, can you be a better actor? (inspired by RIVRVLOGR blog)
If you study another human being, the way they walk, the sparkle in their eyes, will you like what you see? (inspired by fauxcroft)
If we force ourselves to unchain our words, will be become better writers? (inspired by Scribbled to Paper)
If you want to understand colors and shading, can you watch a tutorial for inspiration and create something beautiful? In this case, yes. (inspired by Stoneronarollercoaster)
If you study your image in that reflected glass, do you like what you see? (inspired by Lifelessons)
And, how I could go on with how you all, dear bloggers, inspire me.
I did not study up on how to be a grandmother.
But being one has inspired a new creativity inside my very core.
Explore outside the box and BE PERFECT IN YOUR IMPERFECTIONS!
If we funnel our time and energies into being creative, we will see more colors.
And, we will have more fun!
art by CD-W
He was mild in his manner
and sound in his ways?
‘Twas his creative spirit
that was worthy of praise
from my “Ben” series
We all know that our eyes can be deceptive. Most of the time, we see what we want to see … until someone points us toward the truth.
“No, that’s not possible,” I told my friend on our visit to Florence, Italy.
“Oh, my dear, but it is. They mastered it well during the Renaissance.”
“But it’s a sculpture.”
“Nope. It’s flush with the wall. It’s all paint.”
That’s when I realized I was a neophyte to the art of Trompe l’oeil.
Wikipedia: Trompe-l’œil (French for “deceive the eye”, pronounced [tʁɔ̃p lœj]) is an art technique that uses realistic imagery to create the optical illusion that the depicted objects exist in three dimensions. Forced perspective is a comparable illusion in architecture.
I decided to give it a go, at least in small measures.
Thinking of Leonardo Da Vinci, I painted the image below (not the center man- he was truly glued on). The image is flat but I wanted to make the papers appear taped to a brick wall. The shadows around the papers add to the 3-D appearance.
Note: the words are written in Italian, backwards, like Da Vinci wrote. The envelope (from the man himself) says, “Dear Carolina, Maybe this helps!”
This one, The Helper, is one dimensional and has no real frame.
While I continue to be a neophyte in this department, today there are many great artists who can master this technique.
And, I still can’t decide which is better — a deceptive eye or the truth behind it. What I do know is this —
photo credit one
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photo credit three
daily word prompt: Neophyte
He sat and pondered on his couch
engrossed by such a day
the clock forgot to set itself
and the shadows ran astray
He’d sat enthralled much earlier
inside a chicken coop
grew feathers on his arms and legs
and hollered out a “whoop!”
No chicken soup tonight, he thought
those birds might yell at me
gingerly, of course they would,
but not a guarantee
The plumes were gone but there he sat
in room with critter clocks
Ben was clever, and Ben was glad
to live outside a box.
Painting by CD-W (1 of 3 in my Ben series)
daily word prompt: Gingerly