I hit a dry spell over the holidays. Felt deflated as far as creativity went. So Ric bought me new materials – ink pens, markers, pastels, and paper, lots of paper. Still, none of my photographs were inspiring me. I really wanted to create something from my own imagination, but have little faith in my ability.
So, I doodled vines. Over and over again, till the idea for the featured image came to my mind. Then, I thought of trees. I once loved sketching trees – why not try again. I got whimsical:
Now, I’m stuck on trees, and enjoying the ink so much:
Looks like trees are fulfilling my creative need for the time being.
The best openings are the one’s we carve for ourselves.
We spent New Year’s Eve reminiscing about eighteen years of togetherness. Stayed up past midnight, and talked about our future. Hope coloured our words.
Sculpting has been on my mind – not literally, but in the sense of chipping away at the outer facade to invite emergence.
Ric has shed fifty pounds of excess weight, and I am now joining him in that quest. We are entering this new decade with renewed vigour. There is much we still yearn to sample.
I’m lining up my tools, examining the material before me: changes lie ahead. Bit by bit, I will ply my craft, shed the excess, intuit the contours of this life I’m co-creating.
Emergence takes time, commitment, and a willingness to be open.
(Image taken from The Grand Trunk trestle. This town we have settled in stirs my impulse towards the creative. So grateful to be here. Hope it inspires you as much as it did me. I will be back Monday with a new weekly challenge.)
Eight years now, I have been blogging. It has been a process of unfolding. In the beginning, I wrote for reflection, but as life changed, so did my need. I dug deeper and poetry emerged. I remember at one point telling my husband that I wished I could create my own images to pair with the poetry. In time, that wish materialized. I expanded to a second blog. Photography ignited a desire to paint.
The creative process doesn’t dry up, it looks for new avenues. It is a spider, creeping through dark places, seeking cracks, weaving inspired webs.
There is so much inspiration to be found here on the blogosphere. I am always uplifted by those who join in my weekly challenges. This week, our work was “kindle“. I’d say we are all on fire.
Flowers are such an inspiring subject for creativity, likely due to their willingness to stand still. I continue to work with my photographs to create interesting designs. This is a quick and shameless reveal of recent works.
These roses are from my garden. Roses connect me to my maternal Grandmother, who loved them and always smelled of rosewater.
I gave these white roses a dusting of pink to create this elegant pattern. Zazzle has a line of gift ware as well as many other products.
In celebration of Fall colours, I’ve created this red on gold pattern. Art board pictured.
The child embraces creativity without limits. I have memories of tucking between my bed and the wall, hidden from view, surrounded by materials for drawing, writing, and colouring. I kept the chaos at bay with my creative endeavours.
Life happened, and the pencils and crayons disappeared. Journals remained, but only for private. Mundanity and routine replaced imagination.
Then illness struck and with dis-ability came time, and that inner urge to create re-emerged. A true blessing.
(Reena’s Exploration Challenge this week is quotations related to writing, creativity, or writer’s block.)
The first time Ric cooked dinner for me, he pulled out a tall, slender stainless steel pot with a glass lid and a basket inside. I’d never seen anything like it.
“What is that?”
“An asparagus pot!”
I haven’t stopped teasing him about it, being the pragmatic woman that I am.
I would soon discover that Ric is the king of gadgets.
“What’s that for?” is a common query from me when he comes home with new purchases. I don’t see the need for many of his ‘toys’, but that’s just my conditioning. I’m a ‘make-do’ person.
Then, the other morning I wanted to do something outside, but wasn’t sure how cold it was. Then I remembered that Ric has a device that tells the temperature, inside and outside – front and back. This was useful.
It got me to thinking: what other devices would make my life easier?
So, I thought I’d shake things up here, and offer something completely different. Tell (or show) me about those gadgets in your life, or better yet, put on your creative caps and invent something new.
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“Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.”
– Pema Chödrön.
As a young woman, I braced myself against the world by adhering to black and whites – a judgmental stance that was not conducive to relationship building. More self-protective than self-righteous, this attitude only served as a wall, confining me to loneliness.
Then in a strange moment of altered reality, I slipped into the experience of ‘other’ and the door to compassion opened. Heart-shattering, it marked not only the start of growing appreciation for the lived experience of others, but also a softening in my perception of self.
This week, as we navigate through routine, let’s be mindful of how compassion plays a role in our lives. Respond through images, or words, or whatever creative process speaks to you.
Look forward to your posts!
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