Unexpected Beauty—

Beauty can surprise you. It can sneak up on you. Be found in something many would consider ugly, or even stupid. Don’t listen to them. Art is like that, it’s special appeal something only you might see. Many times (tell me this hasn’t happened to you) I’ve been visiting someone and they proudly show me a new painting or vase or sofa and, on the outside, you’re all ooo’s and ahhh’s, but inside you’re wondering if maybe this person is going blind!

After we lost our old farm house in a fire a while back, what was left was hauled away. Leaving behind the possibility for something new. While readying the area for this new home, I came across this piece of charred wood from the old house and it just blew me away.

It held something so beautiful. It had become something else.

No longer a reminder of something sad, this piece of charred wood had been transformed into art. Well, not if you ask my mom. But to Ken and I it holds a beauty that maybe only we see and that’s enough for us. It’s perfect.

Charred Beauty

Flowing Into Story Can Lead to Some Pretty Cool Places.

As I continue to create a sequel to an as-of-yet unpublished novel, I find myself challenged. By ME! Who doesn’t at times, right? I try and grab my reluctance to sit down to my keyboard and get cracking and just do it.

Being a writer and also living out in a very rural setting can provide an author with some interesting considerations. I think most folks who happen upon this site of mine find the opposite in that most everyone lives in a city. Or at least somewhere where your nearest neighbor isn’t a mile down the lane.

Yet inspiration does find me. In different and more subtle ways than city-like-diversions. It’s usually a view out my window. Or the way the light plays across a wall as the sun weaves together colors into shade and hues.

A reflection becomes a doorway through which my mind can spin out and into and unfold to story.

I have tried so many times when sharing my art to explain this place I go. This flow that takes over.

No, I don’t have a muse or favorite pen or wear a cap just so. I have something far more complex and yes, sometimes totally bonkers—imagination.

 

And you know what? So do you.

You have within you the possibility to create all that is. Bonkers huh.

Reflections

 

 

Where To Find Inspiration For Your Art/Life

With all the tons and tons and TONS of social media swirling around, where the heck can you find inspiration? Well that’s pretty easy. Everywhere. From looking out the window, to opening a book of poetry, to dashing around Facebook, we’re saturated with the stuff.

The thing that I sometimes struggle with is how to keep the fire burning. How to not only find your artistic stride, but to carry it forward to completion. Nothing like typing the words, “The End.” Or signing the bottom of your painting or just putting on those mittens you just finished knitting.

But you really should finish.

How can you pick up the next project knowing in the back of your head there’s that unfinished thing needing your energy?

I read a poem before I begin my writing day. I have all sorts of collections lying around that I can pick up and just find some words and then enjoy the images, thoughts, feeling-tones that come to me. It slows me to a place I can do my art; my writing.

Find what brings your creative juices up to a slow bubble and do it! Make something like a loaf of bread or hand-made pasta to find your stride. Food is one of the best ways to reignite the flow of energy that leads to creativeness.

Now go!

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When Someone Takes Their Life

 

 

Bill's Gravesite

 

Not too long ago, I lost a dear friend. Someone I had known for many, many years. For reasons unknown, life became too much for Bill. It’s what he left behind that’s so hard. Where do you place blame or judgment or anger?

What I like to suggest to those in pain over this loss is to forgive.Who knows what led Bill and so many others to such a hell? I heard there was a note. I honestly hope to never read it. What’s the use and really, it’s such a private affair.

When someone you love, for whatever reason, passes away or on or however you view it, there is a space left behind. I used to think it had to be filled up again, so that you could have some kind of closure, like a hole in need of mending.

Now I see death in a different light. No need to fill up a space this person used to fill. Why not honor it instead. Plant something living you can tend.

And as you do, remember…