thoughts are things

Daily Prompt: Abrupt

There I am living-drifting at times and then Abruptly this idea emerges from the  sunny breeze.  There it is, even on a cold cloudy day as this may sometimes happen. What do you do with an idea? I love that book and I must answer. I think on the idea  and follow it. Or rather I hesitate but my curiosity and imagination have a mind of their own.

It’s wonderful when ideas like these happen abruptly

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via Daily Prompt: Abrupt

book projects

writing a picture book…

this week I have been working on lots of side projects, got a new painters pen and am working on a collaboration project.  I did finish editing most of the trees for the wise trees book.

Dedication Page

BEAUTIFUL trees inspired this book. This book is a reminder to always follow your curiosity and imagination. All trees were created with tempera paint, watercolor, ink, crayons, cotton swabs and other ordinary objects that create extraordinary trees.

 

Page 1

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Have you ever been curious about all the trees in the world? I have! Each one is a sight to be seen. Roxy loves them like bears love honey.  I love them best on a day that’s breezy and sunny.

 

Yes I think this is going to work. One page and 32 or so to go.  Working out so many details for the book like, fonts, layouts and edit a few dozen more times. I may add some more trees…who  knows.

notes:

  • use a simple.33 cents sponge craft brush
  • customize the brush bu cutting in strips and gluing it in different directions.
  • mix up the perfect tempera with acrylic or did I use acrylic?
  • create contrast by leaving white spaces hear and there
  • layer with darker tones for even more contrast
  • draw Roxy as cute as she really is

 

Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.

 

watercolor and tempera

thoughts are things

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Life is much too short to be vague. I have been thinking about this ALOT. I love my life and I love all the possibilities that I think up. I can create my art and share it with the world. Those who love will.  Those who don’t, well I’ll love.  I’ll create the kind of art that I was born to create. I mean why in the world would I not want to. Why in the world would I allow someone to define me? I define me. I choose to show up. Am I really?  There’s that world vague again. That’s just it when I am loving I’m not vague. Sure there are moments but in the grand scheme of life… no.

These beautiful red-velvet hearts are a new creation that I recently added to my shop. I felt a little overwhelmed with the wise trees book and took a little break…a few days. I’m almost done and have started a drawing class…got to record notes on this tempera paint layering technique.

-Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible

 

 

Vague

book projects, watercolor and tempera

tree with oil pastels

 

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Oh yeah this is another tree for the WISE TREES Book. I  have the process down and just about finished with the pesky business of creating digital files all ready to create the first draw of the entire book. Feels good and come to think of it, this tree sums up the experience. To create this book I have to bare down to ME, my imagination and let curiosity run wild. Or is it the other way around? 

Notes

  • crayola oil pastels.
  • watercolor paint for the leaves.
  • combination of tan and brown. Mix in a little of each color with a little brown to create  unified tones throughout.
  • layered with light and then dark. Hey this is becoming a pattern…a style.
  •  love this idea and this just seems to be illuminating and radiates the intended message.
  • Note to self…just paint and play because that’s when the magic happens.

Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.

watercolor and tempera

thoughts are things

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What thwarts us from our chief aim in life? What keeps us from living as our true selves and loving every moment. OK really being in love with art that of COURSE you pull in the all nighters and all dayers to get all the little things done.  You don’t mind these little things because you see your finished book or t-shirt ready and you believe in the message.   I’m realizing that I’ve always had lots of questions. I’ve always been curious! ALWAYS! But that doesn’t matter. What matters is what you do with curiosity. What matters is how well you are able to follow your curiosity and what  you do with it.

What thwarted me from my chief aim in life? I know now that I didn’t listen to the voice and surrender to it. I will all of my heart surrender! I am here and I surrender. I listen to the voice echoed among the swaying of the branches sun-kissed by the sun. Oh I hold my hands like a bird ready to fly. I’m here. I’m ready and listening. Listen to me.

Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.

 

via Daily Prompt: Thwart

thoughts are things

thoughts are things

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Yes there are tons of toxic thoughts and behaviors that keep us from achieving our aim in live. We all have a story and yeah it does involve tears but oh it does involve glory.

I have been thinking about this and so I do what I do best..

curiosity grows

 

Ideas don’t have to be perfect and you don’t have to have all the answers. All you need to do is belief.  Let me add this to the threadless shop so others can hang it on their wall…wait I’d love to paint this on a wall…

Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.

 

via Daily Prompt: Toxic

thoughts are things

thoughts are things

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All of my life I think and dream. I have always thought of how I can bring that element of art in what ever it is I happen to be doing. What matters the most to me is how I make them feel. Art is after all…well I painted this…

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I  think of all the times I’ve swallowed doubt right there inside the warm cup of green tea. I think about all the times I secretly swallowed the words…the lies that someone said and secretly knew the truth. I listened from a place a love…the only place and truth I know. I sit here and write this with every ounce of my being and know that my story…so vibrant and colorful is amazing because it’s my art–my story. I savor and then swallow the imaginary piece of delicious chocolate cupcake that will be mine. You see I planned to buy the cupcake Saturday afternoon but they sold out.

YES. I think the important question is not that I will swallow but rather what will I swallow. Yes the tea is great and it warms me so. BUT how can my favorite cup of tea really warm  me like a hug from a tree and all it’s spring or summer breeze, if I swallow with doubt? When I swallow and take a deep breath I do so with belief in myself because the word itself says so. Audrey Hepburn said so too. Do I swallow the words it’s not the right season for fig trees or do I swallow the belief right down to my soul that it’s the right day? The answer lies within what your mind bravely conceives. Henry Ford said so. I say so.

Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.

via Daily Prompt: Swallow

thoughts are things

thoughts are things

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Today I sat down and edited my purpose statement. I’ve also been reading great books and the message is clear:

  • thoughts are things
  • think positive ones
  • people and circumstances at times will test you
  • have faith in what you want 

To allow yourself to be in a good place full of positive thoughts you need to be still and silent. This requires patience.  When someone  or circumstances test you, just let it go.  It takes patience to understand that this is only circumstance and better days are yet to come.  When you have full faith in what you are doing you wait and wait and your faith builds.  I hold art in my hand and I will not let it go. I ponder and walk among the trees with the breeze against my cheek. I feel the warmth…such warmth even on the coldest days.  Patience is a big part of faith. Patience had led me to all the wonderful projects I am working on. Patience has led me to this very moment in full appreciation for all who have helped me along the way.

 

Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.

via Daily Prompt: Patience

book projects

Wise Trees Indeed

Wise trees book

So I didn’t make my Read Across America deadline BUT I was sick and still am. I am slowly recovering and something AMAZING happened. After a long LONG  week I got out my paint brushes and painted. With each stroke I felt this charge and painted an awesome tree.

Tree Notes:

  • observe a tree
  • wait a few days and recreate it from memory
  • use the shape of size 10 brush to create the leaf shapes
  • using brown and yellow watercolor for the trunk makes the perfect brown
  • use tempera paint and add the paint in layers going from light to dark

Afterward I reflected on how I felt and literally jumped up like a kid who’s just been told he’s going to Disneyland  That’s how I know that I can’t give this art up. Art is in my blood. It just is. I can’t believe how easy it was to create this beautiful tree. Four trees to go, and I will be ready to scan all of them and start putting the book together . There I go again with a smile.  I see every page and with a deep breath and a smile I know it’s going to be awesome!

Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.

thoughts are things

Live your story

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The greatest love story can be found within the pages of a novel, movie or one’s heart. Most including myself forget that the greatest hopeless love begins with self. I wrote this poem and it was my hope to have it ready for Valentine’s Day. It was BUT not like I wanted. I kept reinventing the wheel expecting an awesome layout and ended up more in love with the first design. This design feels right and once I change a few words it will be awesome. I can turn this awesome poem into a picture book!! Why then, do I keep reinventing perfection? Doubt I guess, but doubt in terms of what others will think.

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I realize that in a real love story there is no doubt and certainly no perfection.  Okay there may be doubt but take away all of the outside junk and there isn’t any doubt.  It’s all the outside junk that fools us. It’s True!  I love this poem and this poem loves me. I can’t seem to stop writing it and thinking of ways to express how it makes me feel.

I wrote this poem for myself but I smile in hopes of all the eyes who’ll read it.

In the words of a wise man Feck Perfection! I just want to write this on a wall someplace for all to read it. I’m dreaming of an old building that needs new character.

The old design–the one my heart seeks the most.  I love the color and texture. Oh the words highlighted…what a great example of how love just happens. 

Make a note to test various markers and I’m gonna try this one more time…however many it takes.

Oh right– back to painting trees for the wise tree book.

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Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.