This image reminded me of a piece of artwork a coworker shared with me which was a collage of miscellaneous items painted over with gesso. I created my own with objects I have been keeping for the “right” project. Very tempted to paint over it in an alternate single color but kept with the topic – this time – snow white it remains.
Finally made it to the climbing gym and was inspired to cast fear and hesitation to the wayside. What took me so long to try this, I can only guess. It’s really not that hard (to try something new). I am lucky to have many interests and very little preventing me from enjoying any of them – except perhaps – time enough.
This was such an interesting tree in its own right. I felt like I was trying to create art from art. The tree felt like it was a living soul, holding generations of stories of pain, loss and perseverance.
Just a simple little painting…
I have a feeling this will not be the only time I feature these trees at Columcille in Bangor. It was a stressful time for me but laying beneath these trees, I experienced a calming which allowed me to continue the quest for a new direction without the stress which often accompanies uncertainly. One of a few times I sensed without a doubt there was a greater power running this show we call human existence.
Had a visit from my nieces from North Carolina. This was the first I met little Miss Sarah. She was quite intent on gathering all of the sidewalk chalk, in the process giving her black and white panda jacket a little pastel coloring.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do for this topic until I was leaving my dentist’s office and saw these two large birds scampering across the lawn across the street. I heard myself say aloud “What the [devil] is that?”. What I thought looked liked peacocks were probably pheasants, as I studied the pictures I snapped from my iPhone. Then on the way back to my car, the camera feature still on, I looked down at the viewfinder where the gravel driveway was creating an interesting movie as I walked. Once again, I found myself saying “Now, what the [devil] is that?” for a few seconds before I recognized the camera was still the active app. One more time in the same day I caught an interesting image from the camera accidentally. This time it was the lines from my striped dress pants I was wearing.
So now I knew that I would use these images for this week’s topic, thinking originally to just make a patchwork of these textures, until … I was coming upstairs from starting a load of laundry and noticed what appeared to be face image in the old plaster walls coming up from my basement. I snapped a picture and now that I had a face I went on a more deliberate search of textures and closeups from my household. Textures are from curtains, a couch cushion and a door stop. And that explains what the devil this is.
Always moving, always planning, go, go, go. We’re like a bunch of ants. As many of us that are traveling east, just as many are moving west. But we love it, seeing the world, visiting our friends, creating memories and sharing experiences.
The wall can be painted any color, yes…but to me, a wall is a wall, a confinement.
When I need a break from work, time spent mostly in front of a computer, I like to take my lunch breaks outside to soak in some vitamin D. Center city offers few spaces to find the quiet to complement the natural light and fresh air. On one of my walks I passed this quiet little space a few blocks from my office. Just two cement benches in a brick paved area set under a dogwood tree. It’s not a bus stop or backyard. Just this space available to the public to sit, rest, get out of the sun, make a phone call, whatever. But it’s quiet and comfortable for a short time. When I hear the term “Old Soul” I think of trees – strong and protective, intelligent and quiet. This tree is not a great oak, but it is beautiful as it blooms in the spring and peaceful.