Nov. 15th, 2015 at 1:06 PM
Type: Journal post
When: Nov 15th, Morning
( ...and now another one begins. )
I can't sit in front of a piece of canvas for the allotted time I have set aside for myself to be creative, until I step outside. It is as though my own form of art blossoms from a depth that no one else can touch, and I feel so restricted when I have to confine it to this one small blank space in front of me. I don't have the exceptional talent to blend, highlight color and perfect the fine details in recreating human anatomy like Ophelia. I am often envious of her talent to effortlessly create something from life and express it through her work. If you haven't had the chance to check her out, I highly recommend it.
For me, my storyboard always needs to be bigger, on the road to nowhere when the moment strikes me. I can not pluck everyday objects from life and make them mine, but instead I have my own unique signature that I have made known in the past. Yeah, the frost murals of a forest backdrop along the castle walls last year was me! SURPRISE! It was well worth the detention, as light hearted as it was this time around because it was more of an artistic expression than vandalism, amirite!? It melted in a few days anyhow and I made a few people smile.
My point is, I tend to forget where I am. What I'm doing and just let myself go in the moment in my own special brand of therapy. Like laughter, and fun, making theatrical patterns like my natural muse of the crisp bite of frost in the air this time of year - it is my meditation. A unexplained place it can take us for a brief time away from the stress that may surround us. Some meditate through work, others sport....dance, music or reading. All of which speaks in volumes to each and every individual. So tell me, what is your own personal form of meditation/Therapy?
In the meantime, I have detention to attend. A glaring contest with a canvas, yelling at me to refrain from heading outside to repeat last years impulse. A mug of candy cane flavoured hot cocoa and my visionary thoughts. Yeah, I have those once in a blue moon. Cheers!
[Private to Easter]
Ol' lady Flume sent me some chocolate for you. I may have ate it all. Just thought you should know that she was thinkin' of you. Come have some hot cocoa and muse with me.
[/Private to Easter]
When: Nov 15th, Morning
( ...and now another one begins. )
I can't sit in front of a piece of canvas for the allotted time I have set aside for myself to be creative, until I step outside. It is as though my own form of art blossoms from a depth that no one else can touch, and I feel so restricted when I have to confine it to this one small blank space in front of me. I don't have the exceptional talent to blend, highlight color and perfect the fine details in recreating human anatomy like Ophelia. I am often envious of her talent to effortlessly create something from life and express it through her work. If you haven't had the chance to check her out, I highly recommend it.
For me, my storyboard always needs to be bigger, on the road to nowhere when the moment strikes me. I can not pluck everyday objects from life and make them mine, but instead I have my own unique signature that I have made known in the past. Yeah, the frost murals of a forest backdrop along the castle walls last year was me! SURPRISE! It was well worth the detention, as light hearted as it was this time around because it was more of an artistic expression than vandalism, amirite!? It melted in a few days anyhow and I made a few people smile.
My point is, I tend to forget where I am. What I'm doing and just let myself go in the moment in my own special brand of therapy. Like laughter, and fun, making theatrical patterns like my natural muse of the crisp bite of frost in the air this time of year - it is my meditation. A unexplained place it can take us for a brief time away from the stress that may surround us. Some meditate through work, others sport....dance, music or reading. All of which speaks in volumes to each and every individual. So tell me, what is your own personal form of meditation/Therapy?
In the meantime, I have detention to attend. A glaring contest with a canvas, yelling at me to refrain from heading outside to repeat last years impulse. A mug of candy cane flavoured hot cocoa and my visionary thoughts. Yeah, I have those once in a blue moon. Cheers!
[Private to Easter]
Ol' lady Flume sent me some chocolate for you. I may have ate it all. Just thought you should know that she was thinkin' of you. Come have some hot cocoa and muse with me.
[/Private to Easter]