So here I am reading a book, Creative Inc. and researching Banksy. The artist pops up here and there with something to say. His ideas are original. Banksy ideas are thought provoking. He’s an artist.
…which makes me ponder the meaning of my art. What do I hope to achieve? I hope to speak to those who are tired of reading the same old self-help books. You are not broken. You are beautiful so create like it. I want to let the kid play. I want to let the world know there’s room in the sandbox for all of us….
And I take a deep breath…alright
-There are no impossibilities
If you work on a project that isn’t for you, then it probably won’t work out.
“There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad.”
I couldn’t agree more with Kurt Cobain. I agree and so I set out to paint Kurt’s words in my own words.
I kept trying to think up the words and the color, it just wasn’t happening. After three times it happened…
As soon as I uttered the thought, “Did I just waste 3 sheets of watercolor paper?”, another idea popped in my head. Let’s take the teal tempera paint and glide it across the page. Let’s do a layer upon layer technique and see what happens.
And as I glided the brush over the mess, a quote revealed itself. I painted my words and my idea of Kurt’s beautiful words. The texture is unexpected. I saved another art poster.
-There are no impossibilities
I’m so glad I know who Seth Godin is. I want to be a Linchpin. I am a linchpin. A few days ago I was having this conversation, a conversation that I come back to a lot. A father can’t play legos with his son because the father has to build the right way? I did the very same thing creating with the notion of doing it the right way? What’s worse I taught others to do the same.
I’ve seen teachers insist that students paint a tree with green and brown. That is the “right way to paint a tree” isn’t it? What does the right way mean anyway? I feel terrible about this. Truth be told I didn’t know why I did this. It’s not like I am this controlling person. I’m not. You see at a a young age we are taught to “do it right”. We are taught to color within the lines. That Jesus is white not black. That pink is for boys and blue is for girls.
The other day I walked in a classroom and I saw all of these cool projects hanging on the wall. They were awesome and the teacher is amazing BUT THEY WERE ALL THE SAME. Oh but the kids who made calaveras, well these were awesome. I couldn’t believe my eyes and my heart when I saw what they made with the mere scraps I gave them. I say scraps because they were scraps from other projects. Sure I gave them my sample and showed them pictures but wow WOW magic happened before my eyes.
The students had and felt complete control. Each was wrong. I was curious and interested as to how and why they chose color and design. I say room 8 taught me a VERY IMPORTANT ART LESSON THAT DAY, a lesson that I think on as I read Linchpin, a lesson that I will probably never forget.
I will repaint this today. Should have kept with the first one I made.
Sadly I repainted it several times because I had to do it right. not sure I’ll be able to capture the same magic. The others might look right but there boring. I’ll never make that mistake…
-there are no impossibilities
I’m not an illustrator. I am not a hand letterer. Wait a minute, did I just write that? Yeah I did and its forever on the last page of my journal entry. Something feels wrong about this. I feel limited.
So then I go and listen to an awesome The Nose Knows Podcast. Jon Contino answers the question, when can you call yourself an illustrator. “It’s all in your head he says. You don’t need for someone to tell you, a degree or instagram likes…”
Not exactly his words but yeah that’s what he said. He’s right.
I don’t need a contest on instagram to tell me. For some reason I did look to this contest as a way to prove myself in a sense. I don’t need to do that. It was awesome to be part of this project. It was awesome to share my project. I am happy for all the winners! I’m happy that I was able to put this poster together. I am growing and working on amazing projects. Yes every now and then it is awesome to have a MOMA artist like my work. I’ll take that.
THERE YOU GO. I am an illustrator. Sure my are isn’t like the cool illustrations in a Curious George book. Nor do they have to be. That’s the point. I am an illustrator and a hand letterer. There are different styles and mine IS MY STYLE. I mean its my voice. Lots of people draw letters, with quotes, about life BUT ITS HOW YOU SAY IT. Shouldn’t I be telling my story? Yes.
All this goes back to the movie A STAR IS BORN and the phrase I learned from a character who when the world shouts impossible she says
…there are no impossibilities. She says it a smile.
I can’t believe how creative these kids are. “You guys are artists. WOW” Seriously I am surprised at how much fun it was to watch them take control and feel a part of something. Prior to this activity we were doing boring fill in the blank busy work, the theme was how families work together. The discussion is awesome but busy work can be boring.
The moment I said your ticket to craft time is finishing these few pages, well I never saw them more focused. I showed them my sample and they were blown away. We had a great discussion. What usually takes an hour took a mere 20 minutes! Art made these kids smile and did we learn about families that day, Y-EAH!
These kids were sharing and creating! I could feel the energy and words that remind me of my purpose, words I’ll never forget. This is the best day ever! When I gave the kids compliments on their amazing skills, they simply said,” I’m just doing my best.” I watched as they were filled with joy from the mere scraps of paper, foam, ribbons and fabric I gave them. It felt amazing. Literally they were old scraps, scraps of projects from the past. But just the right pieces for their masterpieces. I wish I would have taken pictures. They encouraged each other too.
Yeah this was one of the best days ever. No one can take that from us. As for my purpose well, I’ll continue to share art with the world. I got books to publish, and …
…there are no impossibilites
Yeah, tbese days I’m close VERY CLOSE TO hitting that button and finalizing my VERY FIRST BOOK. I’m working on lots of projects and most of them are out there. The world says only show the good stuff. I share mostly everything. The world says paint trends. I paint what I want. Today I read about a janitor, a single mom. She wrote a book and it won a prestigious award at a prestigious university, the university where she worked as a janitor.
I never would have found this article had it not been for Austin Kleon and his KEEP WORKING KEEP PLAYING… newsletter. It just so happens that today I need to reflect.
You gotta make that story!
A star is born…
believe in your ideas
painting a purple tree…
Ughh…this week was hard. I spent most of my time cleaning up the files for my wise trees book. I am tired of looking at my laptop screen. It feels like I am neglecting my art.
I am so glad last week happened. I set out to work on my work in progress folder and all these ideas begged to be painted. The best part is I am listening.
This is an old sketch. I finally painted …
I’ve been adding new art to my shop. The fact is I don’t care who likes it or not. All I feel is this sense to continue sharing my work.
Maybe its baby steps toward my biggest project yet. I’m scared. Deep breaths. I’m excited! I long for summer days when I work on art all day or night. No matter where life takes me, I must always create.
I painted and painted this balloon. I kept messing up. Each time I vowed to make it work. I painted over and over again and then this happened. Not bad thanks to a little help from an eraser tool. This balloon sums up my art and every moment that led to my wise trees book. I can’t believe my book is almost here.
I am now working on a new book. Her name is Elfie and she wants to build the biggest bestest tree in the world. She’s cute and my deadline is this holiday season. I can do it because …
there are no impossibilites.
Today I saw this kid draw. He drew Disney characters. I should have taken a picture. He says he’s been drawing for a long time. BUT he’s only in 2nd grade. I thought about me and how I stopped drawing for years. I guess I grew up. I am reminded of all the TOYS R Us stores. The song “I don’t want to grow up because if I did then I wouldn’t be a Toys R Us kid lingers in my heart. I guess the world grew up. I hope Joseph never stops drawing–I hope he never grows up. I’ll never give up my art. There’s many books to write.
Just got back from a road trip. I had fun. But thre were moments…I acted like a fool. I’d like to think it was all ego’s fault. I said some nasty things. Days later I went to an art store!
I bought some radiant greens and vibrant blues– all the right colors to paint my newest project. YES, a series of art prints inspired by my road trip. Days later the paint accidentally ended up in the trash. What a heart break. The project will happen BUT…
KARMA IS REAL
No good comes from a negative place.
- Learn from this.
- work more with liquid watercolor
- clean my watercolor palatte
- things go downhill when I focous on what “they” think
- I could paint this quote?
I’m working on the cover for the Wise Trees book and I’ll get started on the next book. So many projects and so little time.
–There are no impossibilities