Bright colours and sunny skies.
Fresh air through open windows.
A slight breeze that brings the smell of
And the sound of leaves whispering to each other.
Inhaling it all
Before the last of summer fades away.
I’ve been getting back into painting a bit more regularly.
It’s funny how life has a way of passing by faster than you really notice. Here I was thinking that my last post was just a month or two ago.
In the meantime I’ve been doing more writing by hand, and I’m just now starting to transcribe some of it onto my computer for editing and expanding. I’m excited to share more of my writing with you!
A soft puff of air
Cold as light with the warmest sigh.
It’s been snowing a lot lately…
It’s about time to start writing my wedding thank-you cards, so I’m warming up by practicing my watercolouring. Jerry the cat proves to be good inspiration.
I love quick sketches. Normally I do them when I find an image of something I find beautiful, but sometimes I do it as a creative warm-up.
The best part is that I put no pressure on myself to make it perfect. Unlike the cards that I paint, I don’t care how these sketches turn out.
It becomes therapeutic, and it gets those creative juices flowing.
Anyone can do it with paper and a pencil. Even if no one else ever sees it, it’s good for the soul.
Do you have any small, therapeutic exercises? I would love to hear how you all take some time for yourselves in this busy world.
I try, as much as possible, to make my cards by hand. I don’t always have the time, and I’m a sucker for Papyrus cards… but most of the time I like adding that extra personal touch.
After a bit of a break from painting, I’m still getting back into using watercolour and remembering its unpredictable and finicky tendencies. But I love how calming it is. How much fun it is to play around with colours and watch as they interact.
This card took me two tries. The first one didn’t turn out so well, but allowed me to get a feel for the way I wanted the colours to move. I find that, much like writing, the second drafts and those thereafter are much more refined.
I am hoping that eventually I’ll paint cards that I can sell on Etsy or in local stores. Cards that are heartfelt in their colours and messages. Because we don’t always have the time to make our own, but sometimes we want to show people just how much we care. And I believe that art can do just that.
Mondays mean breathing in the new week, stepping into its embrace. No matter how tired, how reluctant.
Mondays are sleepy days for me. And as I sit at my desk, I find myself seeking ways to open my mind creatively.
It normally starts with a quick sketch. Something simple to ease myself into practice.
Then I pick up my paintbrushes, and delve into colours. Bright ones, today.
The sun filters through the leaves outside. The air picks them up, and they murmur. This I mirror with my brush upon the paper.
Mondays can be difficult. But finding enjoyment in splashes of paint is not.
Attitude with a touch of red flare.
Happy New Year everyone! I hope your new year is filled with happiness and fortune.
Recently I tried my hand at acrylic. It’s a lot of fun and I look forward to playing with layers and textures.
Still looking for the secret to balancing life. Got any leads?
Been busy, as usual. Haven’t been writing as much as I was hoping I’d be able to. I do have a short horror flash that I’ll be posting before the end of the month, though. In time for Halloween!
In the meantime, here’s a quick sketch and painting I did. Sketch paper and watercolour. Around 10 minutes.
Enamoured by the muted colours from the mountain top.
The calming end to a vivid day. My heartbeat slows to the soothing of my soul as the sun sets with a mother’s smile.
Weary wings from a long journey home. Rest and rejuvenate on the scent of blossoming life.
A bit overwhelmed with work and life these days, so a short post and a recent painting. Two weeks until vacation.
There’s a darkness in this room now. The taint spreads from the corner. The window through which you violated my sanctuary. You oozed your way in, desperate, thieving.
You snatched memories from my shelves, cruel in your careless swipes and disregard. Your selfish desire.
You linger even after you sprint away from the crime. Your greedy hands pilfer the happiness from my mind. I can feel you staring, a faceless shadow.
You don’t realize how much of a violation it is until it’s your home that’s broken into. It was only amazing support from family and friends that got me out of the strange funk I was in after it happened.
But if he was so desperate to break into a house and steal, then he must be at a low point in his life.
The sentimental value was the hardest blow. Items I can always replace.
But his actions will follow him for the rest of his life. And with these thoughts, the anger drains. And all I can do now is hope that he finds a better path.