You never now where inspiration will come from.
I've recently signed up to be a follower on blogs from persons who are not in my immediate art groups. I guess I never gave it much thought. How would this benefit me? What kind of information could possibly be sent my way? Then, I found out for myself.
Wow, it is so cool to have automatic cool stuff right there for your perusal. No searching about, following one link to another, not really finding anything to "spark" your imagination. Or, there's so much all at one time that you go into overload. Whew. My wrists are tired just remembering all the links I've followed.
Over at Tammy's site: http://tammysprinkle.blogspot.com she's giving away the most amazing art piece. It's an altered box made into a travel trunk. She's created a shrine to a loved one. Her art is up for give-away to persons following her blog. Go check out some of her other art while there. It's beautiful and yes, you guessed it: inspirational!
Have fun making a new friend.
redopal
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Stepping on Cracks
What type of year is this going to be? Will it bring about change that brightens the darkness? Will our world begin to experience difference without fear? Can the challenges facing this, our world, be overcome with dignity, respect and peace? I think it's possible for us to affect change. While we put paint to paper, or thread to cloth, clay to the wheel, and glass to the flame, we are making our corner of the world brighter. Whether it's whimsical, profound, political or primal, we do affect our surroundings. We shine a light where our ordinary eyes can't see. Our everyday sight is heightened to a new brink of awareness. It may seem as if the brink is at the edge of a very deep, dark, strange abyss. Or, maybe the brink is an imaginary line drawn in the sand of a lovely. lonely beach. Maybe, it's the sand in an hourglass. Or, it's the line drawn with crayon by a tender kindergartner.
And, aren't lines meant to be crossed by their very definition? Straight lines by themselves do nothing. It's the moment when something transcends the line that magic happens. Ideas, un-imaginable, spring forth to delight, amaze, amuse and perhaps even terrify us. Without those sparks we have no intention. No base from which to live, to grow, to become. Intersections become the catalyst for change.
Be the change. Do the art. Speak with color. Scream in black and white. Cross the line.
The above has come about because I've not been able to create. These words are my soul screaming for release. I've bottled up my creativity and blamed it on circumstances. By allowing outside events to shape my progress, or lack thereof, I have refused to cross the line. I'm stepping over the line now. No more wailing about pathetic excuses. It's time.
This new year is way too full of possiblility. I think I'll stain my fingers with ink and paint. That sounds like a perfect way to start out. Gotta go. My dearly loved, cluttered art space is calling.
Have a wonderful year. Cross all the lines you find, I promise it won't "break your Mother's back".
redopal
And, aren't lines meant to be crossed by their very definition? Straight lines by themselves do nothing. It's the moment when something transcends the line that magic happens. Ideas, un-imaginable, spring forth to delight, amaze, amuse and perhaps even terrify us. Without those sparks we have no intention. No base from which to live, to grow, to become. Intersections become the catalyst for change.
Be the change. Do the art. Speak with color. Scream in black and white. Cross the line.
The above has come about because I've not been able to create. These words are my soul screaming for release. I've bottled up my creativity and blamed it on circumstances. By allowing outside events to shape my progress, or lack thereof, I have refused to cross the line. I'm stepping over the line now. No more wailing about pathetic excuses. It's time.
This new year is way too full of possiblility. I think I'll stain my fingers with ink and paint. That sounds like a perfect way to start out. Gotta go. My dearly loved, cluttered art space is calling.
Have a wonderful year. Cross all the lines you find, I promise it won't "break your Mother's back".
redopal
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
MOOD Store
Experiencing the downside of "merry" this year.
I'm unable to get into the holiday mood. I'm busier than ever at work and the crowds this year actually seem to be more patient and happy. I am enjoying the interactions with my customers but the minute I clock out, it's as if I just shut down the glee. Before I can even put the key into the ignition, I have to take a few deep cleansing breaths before driving home. And it's not that the traffic is all that bad, not like one would assume for this time of year.
I know why I'm down in the dumps. My mother, whom I caretake, fell on Thanksgiving Day and is not doing so well. Which makes it difficult to feel all jolly and merry and all HoHoHo-ish.
If worry is a gift than I want to find my receipt and return it. It doesn't fit. The color is all wrong. I have nothing to go with it. To be that easy, huh? What if one could walk up to a counter at the "MOODS" store and buy what one needs. "Excuse me Miss, I'm here to buy some Happiness, can you please show me which aisle that's on?" "Aisle 7? Thank you." And when you get to aisle 7, you find that you've already filled your cart with other moods. Joy, in a jar. Gratitude, in the 12 ounce can. Patience, in a really cute designer gift bag. And of course, you can't walk out without the 2 for 1 special! I mean, can you really only use one 5 pound block of calm? That stuff has a better shelf life than a Twinkie. So, why not get 2? It's not like it'll go bad or something. And, you can cut off a chunk and give it to a friend. Sharing the calm.
Now I have to go to the mall. I need to find Santa and ask for a gift. I want a GPS system. So I can find the MOODS store. Yep, that' what I want this year. I'm tired of going in circles looking for that dang place.
May the season bring everyone a dearth of well-being, comfort and the joy of love.
redopal
I'm unable to get into the holiday mood. I'm busier than ever at work and the crowds this year actually seem to be more patient and happy. I am enjoying the interactions with my customers but the minute I clock out, it's as if I just shut down the glee. Before I can even put the key into the ignition, I have to take a few deep cleansing breaths before driving home. And it's not that the traffic is all that bad, not like one would assume for this time of year.
I know why I'm down in the dumps. My mother, whom I caretake, fell on Thanksgiving Day and is not doing so well. Which makes it difficult to feel all jolly and merry and all HoHoHo-ish.
If worry is a gift than I want to find my receipt and return it. It doesn't fit. The color is all wrong. I have nothing to go with it. To be that easy, huh? What if one could walk up to a counter at the "MOODS" store and buy what one needs. "Excuse me Miss, I'm here to buy some Happiness, can you please show me which aisle that's on?" "Aisle 7? Thank you." And when you get to aisle 7, you find that you've already filled your cart with other moods. Joy, in a jar. Gratitude, in the 12 ounce can. Patience, in a really cute designer gift bag. And of course, you can't walk out without the 2 for 1 special! I mean, can you really only use one 5 pound block of calm? That stuff has a better shelf life than a Twinkie. So, why not get 2? It's not like it'll go bad or something. And, you can cut off a chunk and give it to a friend. Sharing the calm.
Now I have to go to the mall. I need to find Santa and ask for a gift. I want a GPS system. So I can find the MOODS store. Yep, that' what I want this year. I'm tired of going in circles looking for that dang place.
May the season bring everyone a dearth of well-being, comfort and the joy of love.
redopal
Monday, November 23, 2009
Fairies, Gnomes & Trolls, oh Yes
This week starts the big rush for the holidaze.
But where is my energy?
I want to know which of the energy-sucking trolls or leeches or whatever has invaded my psyche. Why can't I drum up the "go gettum" that I need to get all the myriad of projects done? I'm just going to have to depend on the services of others this season.
Why haven't the Mop Fairies cleaned my floors? I put in the order for them two months ago, paid the deposit and everything. Too much to do all on my own. I'm not above paying for help. What're a few gallons of buttermilk and shrimp tails? OK, so I had to throw in a copy of Twilight also. I mean it was a signed first edition/first print! Still, those mop fairies really do a great job. Well worth the cost, only the finest for my holiday visitors. I'm even having the Kitchen Gnawwers show up to clean the oven and stove. They won't be here until Wednesday night. Plenty of time to to soak the pears in vinegar for them. The local troll clan is sending the window cleaners on Saturday. I couldn't guarantee the buffalo barbeque so they wouldn't show until the weekend. Oh, well, I'll just have to make due with dirty windows for Thanksgiving. But they will look great for Christmas!
You can hire anyone on the internet to do all those pesky chores for you these days. Life is so much simpler in our time. Whatever did our grandparents and parents do without it?
Hoping everyone has a splendid Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it, and if not, then may you all have a bright fun-filled week.
Stay safe.
redopal
But where is my energy?
I want to know which of the energy-sucking trolls or leeches or whatever has invaded my psyche. Why can't I drum up the "go gettum" that I need to get all the myriad of projects done? I'm just going to have to depend on the services of others this season.
Why haven't the Mop Fairies cleaned my floors? I put in the order for them two months ago, paid the deposit and everything. Too much to do all on my own. I'm not above paying for help. What're a few gallons of buttermilk and shrimp tails? OK, so I had to throw in a copy of Twilight also. I mean it was a signed first edition/first print! Still, those mop fairies really do a great job. Well worth the cost, only the finest for my holiday visitors. I'm even having the Kitchen Gnawwers show up to clean the oven and stove. They won't be here until Wednesday night. Plenty of time to to soak the pears in vinegar for them. The local troll clan is sending the window cleaners on Saturday. I couldn't guarantee the buffalo barbeque so they wouldn't show until the weekend. Oh, well, I'll just have to make due with dirty windows for Thanksgiving. But they will look great for Christmas!
You can hire anyone on the internet to do all those pesky chores for you these days. Life is so much simpler in our time. Whatever did our grandparents and parents do without it?
Hoping everyone has a splendid Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it, and if not, then may you all have a bright fun-filled week.
Stay safe.
redopal
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