Cal looked over Drawist’s shoulder. “A superhero?” Tal peeped under Drawist’s arm. “Ooooooh! Metallic gold boots and belt. Faaaannnn-seee!” Nia hovered above. “Why are faces so hard?” Relinquish your tendency to play it safe. Words from Typist: I’ve been reading
I see a connection to nature: My niece is expecting her first baby soon. Ask any woman who has given birth... bringing something new into this world is glorious and... not without its pains.
Two thoughts provoked by colliding with yours. As Tony Hsieh would say of encounters with people and ideas..... "collisions emanating sparks". Spark #1. My 11 year old grand daughter interrupted a client call. I called her back. She asked "Grandpa, what is it that you do". I explained as best I could. She said, "oh, you sound like a super hero". ( apparently I had exaggerated). "What does that super hero look like?" The result attached has become the background for my zoom calls with an underlying tagline "Grandpa, gets to the heart of it!".
Spark #2. A line from Rilke has been percolating in the background. While loneliness is rampant I find myself relishing "alone" time. The line "I want to be with those who know secret things, or else alone".
Spark #3... as a bonus throw in. My "teal" world is loaded with thinkers that believe that the only way to understand the world is through examining polarities. This just does not make sense to me. It is kind of like examining the parts to explain the whole. This has led me this morning to describe the thinking me as "non-binary thinker by choice" or "absence of polarities". My mentor, Lee Thayer, once asked me "what is it like to be an eclectic thinker". He didn't mean it as a compliment but I took it for one. Maybe "non-binary eclectic thinker"?
Whoops. I could not figure out how to attach Hannah's drawing. Sorry, it may just have to be our "secret thing". Go well and be well.
Plummeting the depths-of our creativity or ability-doesn’t always spring to mind. (Pantry shelves 😬) I wonder, typist, if doing such a task clears your mind of writing or allows further contemplation as you work?
When I first saw the hint of pleats in the super heroine’s skirt, I was wowed! A super heroine wearing a pleated skirt!! Does that fly in the face of being a super heroine? I then decided this heroine is just a “fly” dresser! 😉 (200 year old word for dressing sharp, stylish) The metallic gold belt and boots fit the mold.
That you identify as a superhero warms my heart! Feeling that way a year ago when you first received your Invader diagnosis doesn’t seem likely. Perhaps part of that now is the result of having a Picasso view of all your efforts. To wit: today’s superhero drawing!
Last, “Cancer-ing - - I Did It My Way” quickly pulls Frank Sinatra out of my sentimental jukebox. Less so perhaps for younger generations. (Who also get cancer but possibly not “get” Frank Sinatra) Just a geezer opinion; grain of salt recommended! 😁
I see a connection to nature: My niece is expecting her first baby soon. Ask any woman who has given birth... bringing something new into this world is glorious and... not without its pains.
Doing (gift wrapping) makes me KNOW that I'm a hero!
Two thoughts provoked by colliding with yours. As Tony Hsieh would say of encounters with people and ideas..... "collisions emanating sparks". Spark #1. My 11 year old grand daughter interrupted a client call. I called her back. She asked "Grandpa, what is it that you do". I explained as best I could. She said, "oh, you sound like a super hero". ( apparently I had exaggerated). "What does that super hero look like?" The result attached has become the background for my zoom calls with an underlying tagline "Grandpa, gets to the heart of it!".
Spark #2. A line from Rilke has been percolating in the background. While loneliness is rampant I find myself relishing "alone" time. The line "I want to be with those who know secret things, or else alone".
Spark #3... as a bonus throw in. My "teal" world is loaded with thinkers that believe that the only way to understand the world is through examining polarities. This just does not make sense to me. It is kind of like examining the parts to explain the whole. This has led me this morning to describe the thinking me as "non-binary thinker by choice" or "absence of polarities". My mentor, Lee Thayer, once asked me "what is it like to be an eclectic thinker". He didn't mean it as a compliment but I took it for one. Maybe "non-binary eclectic thinker"?
Whoops. I could not figure out how to attach Hannah's drawing. Sorry, it may just have to be our "secret thing". Go well and be well.
“Doing (fill in the blank) makes me feel like a superhero.” ~Typist
“I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.” ~Pablo Picasso
“Doing ‘that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it’, makes me feel like a superhero.”
~Bobby Kountz, TheEarthHeARTist
• Inspired by Typist AND Picasso •
https://philosiblog.com/2012/12/21/i-am-always-doing-that-which-i-cannot-do-in-order-that-i-may-learn-how-to-do-it/
I always have trouble with faces as well, that's why I shy away from drawing people. Nice job. Love the boots!
T-shirt: “There are two important rules in life: (1) Don't tell people everything you know.” 😁
Not a fan of "I did it my way" in a title; I'm with Gary, too Sinatra-ish in the undertones. Keep going!
Plummeting the depths-of our creativity or ability-doesn’t always spring to mind. (Pantry shelves 😬) I wonder, typist, if doing such a task clears your mind of writing or allows further contemplation as you work?
When I first saw the hint of pleats in the super heroine’s skirt, I was wowed! A super heroine wearing a pleated skirt!! Does that fly in the face of being a super heroine? I then decided this heroine is just a “fly” dresser! 😉 (200 year old word for dressing sharp, stylish) The metallic gold belt and boots fit the mold.
That you identify as a superhero warms my heart! Feeling that way a year ago when you first received your Invader diagnosis doesn’t seem likely. Perhaps part of that now is the result of having a Picasso view of all your efforts. To wit: today’s superhero drawing!
Last, “Cancer-ing - - I Did It My Way” quickly pulls Frank Sinatra out of my sentimental jukebox. Less so perhaps for younger generations. (Who also get cancer but possibly not “get” Frank Sinatra) Just a geezer opinion; grain of salt recommended! 😁