What do you do if you love fabric but can’t sew, want to paint but don’t feel like bringing out the oils and a large canvas?
I created this piece, “Books on the Beach,” for my granddaughter. I made these tiny books 3-D so she could actually look inside. The fabric in the clothes basket is real. Best part? I got both paint and glue on my hands! Yah!
Here’s a better view of the 3-D books:
Time to make one for my 2-year-old grandson!
Don’t be afraid
open the window
let in the air
Take a peek inside, see
hearts and ire
candles and daggers
roses and soot
monuments and ruins
a fortress and a tennament
a marauder and a Nobel
thunderstorms and clear skies
an anchor and a lifeboat
You are all of these
Open your window
let in the air
see you faults and graces,
your discord and harmony
Learn
Feel
Accept
And when you do
There is nothing to fear
on Armistice Day.
painting by CD-W
Weekly Photo Prompt: Peek
While canvas dries
the colors rise
revealing its own history
before my eyes
I realize
how life is quite a mystery
painting by CD-W
daily word prompt: Mystery
When the party’s over
where to go from here?
curl into a den of woe
and wait to disappear?
Breaths of life sustains me
when others fill my room
without their presence, the lonely heart
retreats within the womb
Why must I be so absent
in the carriage of myself
that I sit so idly dormant
on a dusty solo shelf
Do only I allow to see
myself through other’s eyes?
Surely there’s another way
than gowns that glamorize.
If you think I’m ghoulish, you should see my sister.
Okay, maybe not.
Painter/Author’s reminder:
Paintings by CD-W
daily word prompt: Ghoulish
I don’t ride a horse
I don’t shoot a gun
I eat Mexican food and barbecue
and bask in Texas sun
I don’t say “ain’t”
I don’t chew or spit
I can put on a Texas drawl, y’all
but only when it fits
I don’t own an oil gusher
Still, I’ve got my Texas roots
I can play blackjack, kick back
sportin’ western boots.
First rate?
Damn straight!
painting by CD-W
That’s a good thing. Bloggers are typically creative people who are flexible and think outside the box. They (YOU) are writers, painters, photographers, philosophers, and on. This weekend, I left Blogsville and went to an art art show where I met one of these creative persons, in the flesh, no less.
Although I’d much prefer to be doing art than viewing it, I’m glad my thinking returned to “the world belongs to those who show up” (author unknown).
So, I showed up and, not only did I find a kindred spirit, I learned.
Most of you know I’m a hoarder. That, too, is a good thing if you want to create mixed media art like Rebecca. I LOVED her stuff.
Here are a few of her pieces. Hard to choose but I think the last one’s my favorite. She reminds me of someone I know. 😉
daily word prompt: Prefer
I planted flowers beneath the moon
and all my hopes and dreams came true.
I’d do anything for you
except,
dig them back up.
art by CD-W
Weekly Photo Challenge – Rounded
There’s a place where poems live
a secret space well hidden
a road from nowhere
a road to everywhere
away from madness
away from strangers
where life,
with all it’s twists and turns
flourish and grow
The place where poems grow
a never ending pasture
of tiny sprouts watered
pruned
erupting into color
waiting for the author’s courage
to nurture more
to harvest boldly
I’d gladly spend more time there
to feel creative winds kiss my cheeks
smell the air left behind by inspiring rains
listen to the seasons
and taste the warmth of words
upon my tongue
I visit there sometimes,
my second home
I twirl and dance
run and play
find the words
find the meaning
and write the cadence
of a poem’s identity
And when I’m tired
I lay on the colored verses
stretch my arms toward the sky
twirl the clouds around my fingertips
and smile at their tickled laughter
All in that secret place
where poems live
photo credit
daily post prompt: Identity
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 