and in the remnants of what was torn
open seams picked apart millimeter by millimeter
crawling on fine liner legs, all one hundred across gravel
mandibles tearing what was worn Continue reading “wordkeeper”
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
~ Maud Hart Lovelace
Summer days, spinning around, blooming. Here we are at the precipice of another celestial event, solstice: the one that happens in summer. That moment when the sun is in its zenith above the Northern Hemisphere, the light is highly potent, the giant in the dark sleeps still, and the cycle moves with manifestation showing face all around. Lush growth, warm rain showers, now is the time of the flowering dance, the pruning glance, appreciating beauty alive. Continue reading “Summer Sun”
I began working on this book a few weeks ago. Started with papers partially painted and collaged from over the year along with ribbons and salvaged lace from the girls petticoats poked one too many times by thorns, brambles, and twigs on forays into the woods. While cleaning out closets, found a box of blouses given by my aunt years back, so added those to the mix of materials; one big repurposing creative venture!
What you need:: Magazines, and art supplies (read about them here).
Candles, music, a bouquet or a posy of flowers, tea, and company, as well as any other additions you dream up to setting your space, to be with creative practice are optionally limitless!
“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step” ~Lao Tzu Continue reading “Springing Up”
Interesting things happen when creativity is flowing . . . just showing up at the table curiously to move paint with regularity spills over, circulating and leading to new ventures. Last month’s play with one word and collage elements led to four paintings. In turn, they led to a short story that wove the four women into one tale. Moving from painting to writing a spark flew from the images holding story inside::in reverse::painting from word compressed haikus and expanding them to imagery. Continue reading “Red”
“The great opportunity is where you are. Do not despise your own place and hour.
Every place is under the stars, every place is the center of the world.”
– John Burroughs
What you need: a 20-30 minute space in which to creatively respond, paper and art supplies, a candle, music, fellowship should you choose to gather, light the flame, and wonder collectively
“Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices begin to speak . . . surrender to them.
Don’t ask first whether it’s permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god.
You will ruin yourself if you do that. ”
– Hermann Hesse Continue reading “Wonder”
What’s moving now:: turning old paintings, mine and our childrens’, those big ones that’ve been around for a long while, into smaller ones, compost of sorts.
Started with a big sheet that’s been sitting for a while holding an acrylic painting of big flowers. Space keeper. Tore it into four and glued a spontaneously picked picture from magazines onto one. Then followed the lead of the image with paint, and played until a painting came through.
Continue reading “One Word”