Thalia licks an oozing bramble scratch before popping a dehydrated berry onto her tongue. “Ichhhhhh! Naturally dehydrated berries are taaaaar-i-bell!” Calliope scans their photo, searching for a tiny spider who was there a moment ago. “Now you see it… now you don’t. Little cutie disappeared.” She shrugs. “Collecting creativity components is fun!”
From your art work today to Robin Williams’ quote (for me, a bit sad to remember Robin), you seem to be wielding a fairy’s wand! Like the watercolor Muses recently? After the wedding?
In my sometimes creative seeing, two things jumped out at me. First, the sponge brush appearing to lay down all the different elements with one stroke! Note: always wash it well after use; it seems you have a “Golden Goose” among your assorted instruments.
Second, I locked my screen in portrait orientation and when I viewed the creation sideways, with the left edge now as the bottom edge, I thought I saw Henny’s head in profile. Head turned to her left. 😳 No imbibing this morning. Or any other day. 🙃 I should recognize that that wasn’t the spark of madness Robin was talking about.
I’ll commit to practicing creative madness, with the hope of a creation 1/10th as fine as yours, Loveletterist and Inspirationist! No Boiling Kettle or Witches Hats required! (Well, there were Three Witches of MacBeth after all... suited to the Muses perhaps?) Only joking of course. Not one witchy bone in their bodies!
Not one sign of stagnation in your studio today. A good omen.
You are most likely correct! Sadly, his life ended at a young age from being run over... by a truck. No bananas this time. Driving a 1975 Volkswagen Rabbit. Not a match for a semi-trailer...
“But it seems the good they die young.
Abraham, Martin, and John.” And Harry. He wrote of working out differences, suspending judgment, opening homes (and hearts) to those in need. “Flowers are red, young man, and green leaves are green...” spoke of creativity and conformity. Taking risks and abandoning dreams. I think he was an old soul.
A while back I came across a photo series.
https://pin.it/16G37Kx
Commenters either loved or criticized it... The way of the world?
What do you think? Why?
I liked it. No words needed to describe the scene. The combination of imagination and creativity is wonderful! This is a 1+1=3 moment.
THAT’S HOW I FELT UPON SEEING IT, TOO!
👍🏽
Love the RW quote! I may use it with Deb (in self defense).
😁
I often need such justification.
From your art work today to Robin Williams’ quote (for me, a bit sad to remember Robin), you seem to be wielding a fairy’s wand! Like the watercolor Muses recently? After the wedding?
In my sometimes creative seeing, two things jumped out at me. First, the sponge brush appearing to lay down all the different elements with one stroke! Note: always wash it well after use; it seems you have a “Golden Goose” among your assorted instruments.
Second, I locked my screen in portrait orientation and when I viewed the creation sideways, with the left edge now as the bottom edge, I thought I saw Henny’s head in profile. Head turned to her left. 😳 No imbibing this morning. Or any other day. 🙃 I should recognize that that wasn’t the spark of madness Robin was talking about.
I’ll commit to practicing creative madness, with the hope of a creation 1/10th as fine as yours, Loveletterist and Inspirationist! No Boiling Kettle or Witches Hats required! (Well, there were Three Witches of MacBeth after all... suited to the Muses perhaps?) Only joking of course. Not one witchy bone in their bodies!
Not one sign of stagnation in your studio today. A good omen.
“Lay down all the different elements…”
Yes! I was aiming for that. 🙌🏻
Henny’s head? I’ll need your eyes for that.
https://youtu.be/DgeiJpqAoTM
Living for our legacy!
I keep ticking on... certainly a fine song and an aspiration of mine.
Harry Chapin sang, “There’s no tick tock on your electric clock, But still your life runs down.”
It was the 40,000 pounds of bananas that got him!
YouTube indicates I’ve listened to the banana song. 🤔 I suspect prompted by your sentimental juke box! 😁
You are most likely correct! Sadly, his life ended at a young age from being run over... by a truck. No bananas this time. Driving a 1975 Volkswagen Rabbit. Not a match for a semi-trailer...
“But it seems the good they die young.
Abraham, Martin, and John.” And Harry. He wrote of working out differences, suspending judgment, opening homes (and hearts) to those in need. “Flowers are red, young man, and green leaves are green...” spoke of creativity and conformity. Taking risks and abandoning dreams. I think he was an old soul.