So okay. Yesterday right before darkness fell the sun's light emerged ever so briefly in it's reflected sunset form. The sky was mostly payne's gray in a variety of iterations and many many layers of naples yellow. I looked at the yellow light and said to myself "I should 'do' the inspiration/muse/creative flow part of the sacral center by way of also doing something creative every day that is playful and intuitive and in which I do no thinking and maximum flowing."
because I do really want to re-develop that kind of routine daily re-balancing factor. With harshened weather my life is all words now - spoken, texted, emailed, written, deleted, re-framed. all words all the time isn't actually creative after a while.
Day #1 was yesterday in which I manifested the colorful background and over-doodles. The basic collaging was done over time and more of it than I care to reveal. I just kept not finding the time to grab my box of paint pens and highlighters. Felt unable to get it done. Realized I'd grown unfamiliar with/unable to trust creative flow happening anywhere but the keyboard. And then I thought maybe it's because it would seem more appealing if I thought of it as playing it done. and thus it was.
I also decided I'm going to see this year out with as little toxicity as possible. That's how I rang it in and within my personal intent that's the spirit in which the collage challenge found its community and 30 days of doing whatever. So I will post about it - maybe not every day but doubled up like this one - or whatever - when possible.
When I got out of bed this morning I decided I'd walk around in our house and 'collect' orange in some informal still lives. Started right then and there in the bedroom. Socks, earplugs (side-eye), two cards from my gratitude jar. A book about the 60's written by somebody who sees nothing about life/geo-politics the way I do and thus I got myself this book several years ago to read diligently as a way of cranking my mind a few degrees closer to openess.
it remains unread. I often look at it and then sit on the edge of the bed and remember the day I bought it on a wonderful jaunt up to New Hampshire with Jim. I love the way the orange spine looks against the pale blue color of my nightstand. But that's prime real estate - those two modest shelves by my bedside.
The studio has its share of orange although I'm not used to picking it out quite so rapidly with my eye. i was quickly overwhelmed at the thought of what would be a matter of amassing rather than gathering. So I stuck with photographing a piece I really love and just recently discovered somewhere not at all where I imagined it to be: it's something I made in jude's second iteration of a basic and beyond weaving workshop.
When I signed up she told me it would change my life. I saw it change many peoples' creative chops and output on a regular basis. Amazing stuff. I think I myself produced two amazing things in that workshop. The one above illustrates The Thing I got out of the ongoing seminar that truly has changed my love as well as life.
i freakin' LOVE attached weaving to the point where I very rarely don't include it in something that's surface design oriented. so my next post will be a life/work/review closer examination of this project. I realize I've shared it before. Any time I rediscover it I just have to. invite others to do the same.
I spied the paper scrap on the floor last night and wondered what the punched-out squares could frame. Will be using these two pieces to do a little sympathetic magic over the next week or so in a very specific way you may wish to adapt for yourself.
earlier it was snowing. nothing to speak of but snow nonetheless...